English Poetry: Volume 2P.F. Collier & son, 1910 Vol.1 Chaucer to Gray, Vol. 2 Collins to Fitzgerald. |
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... pain , No cold gradations of decay , Death broke at once the vital chain , And freed his soul the nearest way . A SATIRE LONG - EXPECTED one - and - twenty , Ling'ring year , at length is flown ; Pride and pleasure , pomp and plenty ...
... pain , No cold gradations of decay , Death broke at once the vital chain , And freed his soul the nearest way . A SATIRE LONG - EXPECTED one - and - twenty , Ling'ring year , at length is flown ; Pride and pleasure , pomp and plenty ...
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... pain . In all my wanderings through this world of care , In all my griefs - and God has given my share— I still had hopes , my latest hours to crown , Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at the close ...
... pain . In all my wanderings through this world of care , In all my griefs - and God has given my share— I still had hopes , my latest hours to crown , Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at the close ...
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... pain ; The long - remember'd beggar was his guest , Whose beard descending swept his aged breast ; The ruin'd spendthrift , now no longer proud , Claim'd kindred there , and had his claims allow'd ; The broken soldier , kindly bid to ...
... pain ; The long - remember'd beggar was his guest , Whose beard descending swept his aged breast ; The ruin'd spendthrift , now no longer proud , Claim'd kindred there , and had his claims allow'd ; The broken soldier , kindly bid to ...
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... pain ; And , even while Fashion's brightest arts decoy , The heart distrusting asks , if this be joy ? Ye friends to truth , ye statesmen , who survey The rich man's joys increase , the poor's decay , ' Tis yours to judge how wide the ...
... pain ; And , even while Fashion's brightest arts decoy , The heart distrusting asks , if this be joy ? Ye friends to truth , ye statesmen , who survey The rich man's joys increase , the poor's decay , ' Tis yours to judge how wide the ...
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... pain ? E'en now , perhaps , by cold and hunger led , At proud men's doors they ask a little bread ! Ah , no . To distant climes , a dreary scene , Where half the convex world intrudes between , Through torrid tracts with fainting steps ...
... pain ? E'en now , perhaps , by cold and hunger led , At proud men's doors they ask a little bread ! Ah , no . To distant climes , a dreary scene , Where half the convex world intrudes between , Through torrid tracts with fainting steps ...
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