Poemsauthor, 1762 - 277页 |
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Robert Lloyd. " With critics round him chaste and terse , " To give a plaudit to his verse ! " Latin , I grant , shews college breeding , And some school - common - place of reading . But has in Moderns fmall pretenfion To real wit or ...
Robert Lloyd. " With critics round him chaste and terse , " To give a plaudit to his verse ! " Latin , I grant , shews college breeding , And some school - common - place of reading . But has in Moderns fmall pretenfion To real wit or ...
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... Booth's nervous tone ? In them ' twas natural , ' twas all their own . A Garrick's genius must our wonder raise , But gives his mimic no reflected praise . K Thrice Thrice happy Genius , whofe unrival'd name , Shall live [ 65 ]
... Booth's nervous tone ? In them ' twas natural , ' twas all their own . A Garrick's genius must our wonder raise , But gives his mimic no reflected praise . K Thrice Thrice happy Genius , whofe unrival'd name , Shall live [ 65 ]
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... gives her flowrets round , And with her ftraws fantastic ftrews the ground , In vain now fings , now heaves the defp'rate figh , If phrenzy fit not in the troubled eye . In Cibber's look commanding forrows speak , And call the In [ 74 ] ...
... gives her flowrets round , And with her ftraws fantastic ftrews the ground , In vain now fings , now heaves the defp'rate figh , If phrenzy fit not in the troubled eye . In Cibber's look commanding forrows speak , And call the In [ 74 ] ...
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... gives settled things , Black wigs to murd'rers , feather'd hats to kings . But Michael Caffio might be drunk enough , Tho ' all his features were not grim'd with snuff . Why fhou'd Pol Peachum shine in satin cloaths ? Why ev'ry devil ...
... gives settled things , Black wigs to murd'rers , feather'd hats to kings . But Michael Caffio might be drunk enough , Tho ' all his features were not grim'd with snuff . Why fhou'd Pol Peachum shine in satin cloaths ? Why ev'ry devil ...
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... give to nature all the force of art , And while it charms the ear to mend the heart . Thornton , to thee , I dare with truth commend , The decent stage as virtue's natural friend . Tho ' oft debas'd with fcenes profane and loose , No ...
... give to nature all the force of art , And while it charms the ear to mend the heart . Thornton , to thee , I dare with truth commend , The decent stage as virtue's natural friend . Tho ' oft debas'd with fcenes profane and loose , No ...
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