The Poetical Preceptor; Or, A Collection of Select Pieces of Poetry: Extracted from the Works of the Most Eminent English Poets ... and Calculated for the Use, Not Only of Schools, But of Private GentlemenW. J. and J. Richardson; Wilkie and Robinson; G. Robinson; F. and C. Rivington; Scatcherd and Letterman; C. Law; Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme; and Lackington and Company, 1806 - 380 psl. |
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... eyes : Near and more near Grimalkin draws , She wags her tail , protends her paws : Then springing on her thoughtless prey ,, She bore the vicious bird away . Thus , in her cruelty and pride , The wicked wanton Sparrow dy'd . The BEARS ...
... eyes : Near and more near Grimalkin draws , She wags her tail , protends her paws : Then springing on her thoughtless prey ,, She bore the vicious bird away . Thus , in her cruelty and pride , The wicked wanton Sparrow dy'd . The BEARS ...
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... eyes , Away the fancy'd pleasure flies . It flies , but oh ! too late we find It leaves a real sting behind . The CAMELION . ( MERRICK ) : OFT has it been my lot to mark A proud , conceited , talking spark , With eyes , that hardly serv ...
... eyes , Away the fancy'd pleasure flies . It flies , but oh ! too late we find It leaves a real sting behind . The CAMELION . ( MERRICK ) : OFT has it been my lot to mark A proud , conceited , talking spark , With eyes , that hardly serv ...
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... eyes ? " " ' T were no great loss , the friend replies , " For , if they always serve you thus , " You'll find ' em but of little use . " So high at last the contest rose , From words they almost came to blows : When luckily came by a ...
... eyes ? " " ' T were no great loss , the friend replies , " For , if they always serve you thus , " You'll find ' em but of little use . " So high at last the contest rose , From words they almost came to blows : When luckily came by a ...
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... eye He mark'd where wrapt in down the younglings lay , Then rushing seiz'd the wretched family , And bore them in ... eyes grew dim ? " The crimson roses on my cheek turn'd pale ? " Pale is my golden plumage , once so trim ; " And all ...
... eye He mark'd where wrapt in down the younglings lay , Then rushing seiz'd the wretched family , And bore them in ... eyes grew dim ? " The crimson roses on my cheek turn'd pale ? " Pale is my golden plumage , once so trim ; " And all ...
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... eyes , Thou saw'st the wide extended deep In all its horrors rise .. V. Confusion dwelt in every face , And fear in every heart ; When waves on waves , and gulphs on gulphs , O'ercame the pilot's art . VI . Yet then , from all my griefs ...
... eyes , Thou saw'st the wide extended deep In all its horrors rise .. V. Confusion dwelt in every face , And fear in every heart ; When waves on waves , and gulphs on gulphs , O'ercame the pilot's art . VI . Yet then , from all my griefs ...
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