The Union: Or Select Scots and English Poems..Archibald Monro & David Murray., 1753 - 144页 |
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Thomas Warton. UNION : OR SELECT SCOTS and ENGLISH POEM S. Dubiam facientia carmina palmam , EDINBURGH : Printed for ARCHIBALD MONRO & DAVID MURRAY . M.DCC.LIII 280. m . 259 . -BODY 疇 As S the mind of man is ever THE.
Thomas Warton. UNION : OR SELECT SCOTS and ENGLISH POEM S. Dubiam facientia carmina palmam , EDINBURGH : Printed for ARCHIBALD MONRO & DAVID MURRAY . M.DCC.LIII 280. m . 259 . -BODY 疇 As S the mind of man is ever THE.
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Thomas Warton. As S the mind of man is ever fond of variety , no- thing feems better calculated to entertain , than a judicious collection of the smaller ( tho ' not on that account lefs - labour'd ) productions of eminent poets : an ...
Thomas Warton. As S the mind of man is ever fond of variety , no- thing feems better calculated to entertain , than a judicious collection of the smaller ( tho ' not on that account lefs - labour'd ) productions of eminent poets : an ...
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... mind Of wife ELIZA , name of lovelieft found To British ears , and pattern fair to Kings : Or She who rules the Scepter of the North " Illuftrious , fpreading o'er a barb'rous world The light of arts and manners , and with arms C 2 ON ...
... mind Of wife ELIZA , name of lovelieft found To British ears , and pattern fair to Kings : Or She who rules the Scepter of the North " Illuftrious , fpreading o'er a barb'rous world The light of arts and manners , and with arms C 2 ON ...
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... mind , and please the fight , in virtue at th ' attentive eye , And waft the foul on wings of extacy ; For this the painter's art with nature vies , And bids the vifionary faint arife ; Who views the facred forms , in thought afpires ...
... mind , and please the fight , in virtue at th ' attentive eye , And waft the foul on wings of extacy ; For this the painter's art with nature vies , And bids the vifionary faint arife ; Who views the facred forms , in thought afpires ...
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