American Poems (1625-1892)Walter Cochrane Bronson University of Chicago Press, 1912 - 669 страница |
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... rest , In straw and houses like to sties . Distrest With Winters cruell blasts , a hotter clime They quickly march to ; when that extreame time Is over , then contented they retire To their old I PREFACE WILLIAM MORRELL From New-England.
... rest , In straw and houses like to sties . Distrest With Winters cruell blasts , a hotter clime They quickly march to ; when that extreame time Is over , then contented they retire To their old I PREFACE WILLIAM MORRELL From New-England.
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... rest they placed the Arts Divine . But this weak knot they will full soon untie : The Greeks did nought but play the fools & lye . 20 25 25 30 tut , wit ! 35 Let Greeks be Greeks , and women what they are , Men have precedency and still ...
... rest they placed the Arts Divine . But this weak knot they will full soon untie : The Greeks did nought but play the fools & lye . 20 25 25 30 tut , wit ! 35 Let Greeks be Greeks , and women what they are , Men have precedency and still ...
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... rest his reason mildly told , That he was young before he grew so old . To do as he each one full soon assents ; Their method was that of the Elements , That each should tell what of himself he knew , Both good and bad , but yet no more ...
... rest his reason mildly told , That he was young before he grew so old . To do as he each one full soon assents ; Their method was that of the Elements , That each should tell what of himself he knew , Both good and bad , but yet no more ...
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... rest , 160 So may we press to that vast mansion ever blest ! " Ye Fish which in this liquid Region ' bide , That for each season have your habitation , Now salt , now fresh , where you think best to glide To unknown coasts to give a ...
... rest , 160 So may we press to that vast mansion ever blest ! " Ye Fish which in this liquid Region ' bide , That for each season have your habitation , Now salt , now fresh , where you think best to glide To unknown coasts to give a ...
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... rest Hugs with delight his silent nest , His wasted limbes now lye full soft That myrie steps have troden oft , Blesses himself to think upon 40 1678 . 5 his dangers past and travailes done ; The burning sun no more shall heat , Nor ...
... rest Hugs with delight his silent nest , His wasted limbes now lye full soft That myrie steps have troden oft , Blesses himself to think upon 40 1678 . 5 his dangers past and travailes done ; The burning sun no more shall heat , Nor ...
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