The muse in a moral humour: being a collection of tales, fables, pastorals, &c. by several handsFrancis Noble; John Noble, 1757 |
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... Brave engage , or Tim'rous fly ; The Tim'rous and the Brave , promiscuous die ; The barb'rous Fields are ftain'd with purple Gore , And dreadful Groanings echo to the Shore . Our youthful Merchant ' scapes , and flies alone ; His Fear ...
... Brave engage , or Tim'rous fly ; The Tim'rous and the Brave , promiscuous die ; The barb'rous Fields are ftain'd with purple Gore , And dreadful Groanings echo to the Shore . Our youthful Merchant ' scapes , and flies alone ; His Fear ...
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... Brave like common Mortals die , And Acts of Virtue in Oblivion lie ? The Muse forbids , who , in recording Lays , Gives ever to Desert the Song of Praise . What , tho ' the Tale is not to Anstis known ? Whate'er the Mufe recalls fhe ...
... Brave like common Mortals die , And Acts of Virtue in Oblivion lie ? The Muse forbids , who , in recording Lays , Gives ever to Desert the Song of Praise . What , tho ' the Tale is not to Anstis known ? Whate'er the Mufe recalls fhe ...
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... brave and godlike Man ; An Order , ever to Carvilior's Fame , Which from the Virgins bathing took the Name . SNAITH MARSH . A Yorkshire Paftoral . Oung Robin of the Plain , ' erft * blithest Blade Y ° That e'er with Sickle keen the ...
... brave and godlike Man ; An Order , ever to Carvilior's Fame , Which from the Virgins bathing took the Name . SNAITH MARSH . A Yorkshire Paftoral . Oung Robin of the Plain , ' erft * blithest Blade Y ° That e'er with Sickle keen the ...
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... his Temples wave , With awful Grace , and beautifully brave . He knew th ' approaching Nymph ; but , in Sur- prize , The joyous Stream descended from his Eyes : The The Nymph beheld the weeping Chief ; nor knew , FELIX and CONSTANCE . FLE.
... his Temples wave , With awful Grace , and beautifully brave . He knew th ' approaching Nymph ; but , in Sur- prize , The joyous Stream descended from his Eyes : The The Nymph beheld the weeping Chief ; nor knew , FELIX and CONSTANCE . FLE.
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Muse. Nor doubt that both their Pleasures are fincere , When a brave chopping Child comes every Year . Such Hodge's Life was , which a neighb'ring ' Squire Did often with an envious Mind admire ; Wonder'd a Clown , in fuch penurious ...
Muse. Nor doubt that both their Pleasures are fincere , When a brave chopping Child comes every Year . Such Hodge's Life was , which a neighb'ring ' Squire Did often with an envious Mind admire ; Wonder'd a Clown , in fuch penurious ...
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Agathocles Avaro Beauty beſt blefs'd bleft Blifs Bliſs bluſhing Breaſt Cauſe Charms Cingetorix Columbo cou'd crown'd cry'd Curfe Cydippe Dæmons Dame dead dear Deſpair dy'd e'er Ev'ning ev'ry Eyes facred fafely faid Fair Fame Fate Fear feem'd fhall fhun figh filent firft firſt fix'd Flame Foes foft fome foon Friend ftill fuch fure gen'rous Grief Grove Guife Heart Heav'n hence a real himſelf Joys juſt laſt leaſt lefs loft lov'd Love Lover Maid moſt mournful muſt ne'er Nymph o'er Oroonoko Pain pleaſe Pleaſure Pow'r Pray'r Prince real Paffion Reft reply'd rife ſaid Shade ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhould Sire Snaith Soul ſpread ſtand ſtay STEPHEN DUCK ſtill ſtood ſweet Tafte Tale Tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou Thought thouſand thro trembling twas Virgin Train Virtue Vows wand'ring Whofe Whoſe Wind Wiſh wou'd Wretch Youth Zara
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