A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley].J. Hughes, 1755 |
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... fields withstood ; Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest , Some Cromwell guiltlefs of his country's blood . Th ' applause of lift'ning fenates to command , The threats of pain and ruin to despise , To scatter plenty o'er a fmiling ...
... fields withstood ; Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest , Some Cromwell guiltlefs of his country's blood . Th ' applause of lift'ning fenates to command , The threats of pain and ruin to despise , To scatter plenty o'er a fmiling ...
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... and fed her penfive thought . VI . Alfe Guerdons , rewards . Palmer , pilgrim . The perfon here fignified is Mr. Locke , characteriz'd by his works . Sted , place , ftation . VI . Alfe through the fields of Science had he [ 13 ]
... and fed her penfive thought . VI . Alfe Guerdons , rewards . Palmer , pilgrim . The perfon here fignified is Mr. Locke , characteriz'd by his works . Sted , place , ftation . VI . Alfe through the fields of Science had he [ 13 ]
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Collection Robert Dodsley. VI . Alfe through the fields of Science had he ftray'd With eager fearch , and fent his piercing eye Through each learn'd school , each philofophick fhade , Where Truth and Virtue erft were deem'd to lie ; If ...
Collection Robert Dodsley. VI . Alfe through the fields of Science had he ftray'd With eager fearch , and fent his piercing eye Through each learn'd school , each philofophick fhade , Where Truth and Virtue erft were deem'd to lie ; If ...
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... The GIANT's furious arm , about him wheel'd , * Wend arrear , move backwards . Bet , beat ; bray'd , refounded . With + Fone , foes . Trenchant , cutting . With restless steps aye traverfing the field . And ever [ 30 ]
... The GIANT's furious arm , about him wheel'd , * Wend arrear , move backwards . Bet , beat ; bray'd , refounded . With + Fone , foes . Trenchant , cutting . With restless steps aye traverfing the field . And ever [ 30 ]
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Collection Robert Dodsley. With restless steps aye traverfing the field . And ever as his foe's intemperate pride , Through rage defencelefs , mote advantage yield , With his sharp fword so oft he did him * gride , That his gold - sandal ...
Collection Robert Dodsley. With restless steps aye traverfing the field . And ever as his foe's intemperate pride , Through rage defencelefs , mote advantage yield , With his sharp fword so oft he did him * gride , That his gold - sandal ...
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