Young. Churchill. Lloyd. Falconer. ThomsonA. Miller, 1800 |
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... honour bled in ev'ry fear . But though bare merit might in Rome appear The strongest plea for favour ' tis not here ; We form our judgment in another way ; And they will beft fucceed , who beft can pay : Thofe , who would gain the votes ...
... honour bled in ev'ry fear . But though bare merit might in Rome appear The strongest plea for favour ' tis not here ; We form our judgment in another way ; And they will beft fucceed , who beft can pay : Thofe , who would gain the votes ...
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... honour , -or the pence , O'er - run with wit , and deftitute of sense , Should any novice in the riming trade With ... honours of thy matchlefs fame . For me let hoary Fielding bite the ground , So nobler Pickle ftands fuperbly bound ...
... honour , -or the pence , O'er - run with wit , and deftitute of sense , Should any novice in the riming trade With ... honours of thy matchlefs fame . For me let hoary Fielding bite the ground , So nobler Pickle ftands fuperbly bound ...
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... honour as to virtue dead ; Whom ties nor human , nor divine can bind ; Alien to God , and foe to all mankind ; Who fpares no character ; whofe ev'ry word , Bitter as gall , and fharper than the sword , Cuts to the quick ; whofe thoughts ...
... honour as to virtue dead ; Whom ties nor human , nor divine can bind ; Alien to God , and foe to all mankind ; Who fpares no character ; whofe ev'ry word , Bitter as gall , and fharper than the sword , Cuts to the quick ; whofe thoughts ...
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... Honour , flave to rule , In compliment to Folly , plays the fool ; From those gay scenes where Mirth exalts his pow'r , And easy Humour wings the laughing hour ; From those soft better moments , when defire Beats high , and all the ...
... Honour , flave to rule , In compliment to Folly , plays the fool ; From those gay scenes where Mirth exalts his pow'r , And easy Humour wings the laughing hour ; From those soft better moments , when defire Beats high , and all the ...
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... honour's enfigns wave , And penfions mark me for a willing flave . Two boys , whofe birth beyond all question fprings From great and glorious , tho ' forgotten , kings , Shepherds of Scottish lineage , born and bred On the fame bleak ...
... honour's enfigns wave , And penfions mark me for a willing flave . Two boys , whofe birth beyond all question fprings From great and glorious , tho ' forgotten , kings , Shepherds of Scottish lineage , born and bred On the fame bleak ...
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æther beneath blefs bleft blifs bofom breaft caufe charms death deep defcend divine dreadful e'en earth eternal ev'ry facred fafe fair fame fate fatire fcene fear fecret feen fenfe fhade fhall fhine fhore fhould fide fing fkies flame flaves fleep fmile foes foft fome fong fons fools foon foul fpirit fpread ftand ftate ftill ftrain ftream ftrong fuch fure fweet fwell genius glory grace Greece heart heaven himſelf honeft honour immortal juft laft lefs loft Lorenzo mighty moft moſt Mufe muft muſt Nature Nature's ne'er night numbers o'er paffions Palemon peace pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praife praiſe pride profe proud rage reafon rife Rodmond round ſcene ſhall ſkies ſtand ſtate ſtill thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro throne toil trembling truth virtue Whilft whofe whoſe wife worfe
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