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His sly , polite , insinuating style Could please at court , and make Augustus smile : An artful manager , that crept between His friend and shame , and was a kind of screen . But ' faith your very friends will soon be sore ; Patriots ...
His sly , polite , insinuating style Could please at court , and make Augustus smile : An artful manager , that crept between His friend and shame , and was a kind of screen . But ' faith your very friends will soon be sore ; Patriots ...
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555 560 565 570 575 To raise the sacred hour , to bid it smile , And with the social spirit warm the heart ? For though not sweeter his own Homer sings , Yet is his life the more endearing song . Where art thou , Hammond ?
555 560 565 570 575 To raise the sacred hour , to bid it smile , And with the social spirit warm the heart ? For though not sweeter his own Homer sings , Yet is his life the more endearing song . Where art thou , Hammond ?
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She saw the couches of the dead , and where the fibrous roots Of every heart on earth infixes deep its restless twists ; A land of sorrows and of tears where never smile was seen . IIO 115 She wander'd in the land of clouds through ...
She saw the couches of the dead , and where the fibrous roots Of every heart on earth infixes deep its restless twists ; A land of sorrows and of tears where never smile was seen . IIO 115 She wander'd in the land of clouds through ...
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MATTHEW PRIOR I | 1 |
If wine and music | 7 |
Alma or The Progress of The Mind Canto I | 15 |
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