The Literature and the Literary Men of Great Britain and Ireland, Том 2Harper & brothers, 1851 |
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... honoured once , avails thee not , To whom related , or by whom begot ; A heap of dust alone remains of thee ; ' Tis all thou art , and all the proud shall be ! Poets themselves must fall , like those they sung , Deaf the praised ear ...
... honoured once , avails thee not , To whom related , or by whom begot ; A heap of dust alone remains of thee ; ' Tis all thou art , and all the proud shall be ! Poets themselves must fall , like those they sung , Deaf the praised ear ...
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... honoured all the plains : This Nature might have boasted , had the Mind Who formed the spacious universe designed That man , from labour free , as well as grief , Should pass in lazy luxury his life . But he his creature gave a fertile ...
... honoured all the plains : This Nature might have boasted , had the Mind Who formed the spacious universe designed That man , from labour free , as well as grief , Should pass in lazy luxury his life . But he his creature gave a fertile ...
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... honour rate Below the value of a poor estate ? A heap of dirt . Our family has been To blame , my blood must here atone the sin . [ Enter the five villains with drawn swords . ] First Villain [ pulling off his vizard ] .- Bruce , look ...
... honour rate Below the value of a poor estate ? A heap of dirt . Our family has been To blame , my blood must here atone the sin . [ Enter the five villains with drawn swords . ] First Villain [ pulling off his vizard ] .- Bruce , look ...
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... honour of my house , you ' ve done me wrong . You may remember ( for I now will speak , And urge its baseness ) when you first came home From travel , with such hopes as made you look'd on By all men's eyes , a youth of expectation ...
... honour of my house , you ' ve done me wrong . You may remember ( for I now will speak , And urge its baseness ) when you first came home From travel , with such hopes as made you look'd on By all men's eyes , a youth of expectation ...
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... honour in the way Where'er my melancholy thoughts shall guide me . Bru . But is not death a very dreadful thing ? Tit . Not to a mind resolved . No , sir ; to me It seems as natural as to be born : Groans , and convulsions , and ...
... honour in the way Where'er my melancholy thoughts shall guide me . Bru . But is not death a very dreadful thing ? Tit . Not to a mind resolved . No , sir ; to me It seems as natural as to be born : Groans , and convulsions , and ...
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