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... Some partial friend , like me or you ; " But when it comes to press and print " You'll find , I fear , but little in't . " He ftands upon a dangerous brink " Who totters o'er the fea of ink , " Where reputation runs aground , " The ...
... Some partial friend , like me or you ; " But when it comes to press and print " You'll find , I fear , but little in't . " He ftands upon a dangerous brink " Who totters o'er the fea of ink , " Where reputation runs aground , " The ...
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... some school - common - place of reading . But has in Moderns fmall pretenfion To real wit or ftrong invention . The excellence you critics praise Hangs on a curious choice of phrase ; Which pick'd and chofen here and there , From profe ...
... some school - common - place of reading . But has in Moderns fmall pretenfion To real wit or ftrong invention . The excellence you critics praise Hangs on a curious choice of phrase ; Which pick'd and chofen here and there , From profe ...
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... Some sprouts will branch , and straggle o'er ' em . Strive , fight against her how you will , Nature will be the mistress still , And though you curb with double rein , She'll run away with us again . But let a man of parts be wrong ...
... Some sprouts will branch , and straggle o'er ' em . Strive , fight against her how you will , Nature will be the mistress still , And though you curb with double rein , She'll run away with us again . But let a man of parts be wrong ...
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... Some few , the fav'rites of the Muse , Whom with her kindeft eye fhe views ; Round whom Apollo's brightest rays Shine forth with undiminish'd blaze ; Some few , my friend , have fweetly trod In Imitation's dangerous road . Long as ...
... Some few , the fav'rites of the Muse , Whom with her kindeft eye fhe views ; Round whom Apollo's brightest rays Shine forth with undiminish'd blaze ; Some few , my friend , have fweetly trod In Imitation's dangerous road . Long as ...
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... Some genial spark of Phœbus ' rays , Perhaps within your bofom plays : O how the purer rays afpire , If Application fans the fire ! Without it Genius vainly tries , Howe'er fometimes it seems to rife : Nay Application will prevail ...
... Some genial spark of Phœbus ' rays , Perhaps within your bofom plays : O how the purer rays afpire , If Application fans the fire ! Without it Genius vainly tries , Howe'er fometimes it seems to rife : Nay Application will prevail ...
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