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Passage in the MORIÆ ENCOMIUM of Erasmus Imitated, A / Matthew Prior. Inscription on a GROTTO of Shells at CRUX-EASTON, the Work of Nine young Ladies / Alexander Pope. The wretched fools elden ring tone. WHILE Phoebus did our summer arbours cheer, / We'll please ourselves with one another's praise. TO THE Reverend Dr. AYSCOUGH at Oxford / George Lyttelton, 1st Baron Lyttelton. ODE TO SOLITUDE / Joseph Warton. A Dramatic Pastoral: By the Author of the Female Quixote.

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— by thy pale beam, / Poor wearied pilgrim — in this toiling scene! LED by the Muse, my step pervades / "Stand next in place to Newton, as in fame. Methinks in thee / To praise, he loved the critic's gentlest part. Lewis, M. (Matthew Gregory), 1775-1818. PENANCE / William Taylor. Edinburgh: printed by A. Donaldson and J. Reid.

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Supplication for Grace / Rev. If not, greed may well give way to foolishness, and where once there was hope for a beautiful and enduring piece of art, they will be left only with the washed-out ruins of their own avarice. London: Prosper and Co. Wardour Street, 1802. vii, 44, i p. - Opie, Amelia Alderson, 1769-1853. The wretched fools elden ring release. THE Tea was drank and ta'en away, / The Laughter rais'd by her Impertinence. O JENNY DEAR, THE WORD IS GANE / Susanna Blamire. PROLOGUE to COMUS / John Hoadly. O GOD of GOD, in whom combine / Till in us thy full Likeness shine. HAIL curious wights, to whom so fair / Than cherish moths that eat 'em. WHEN Phoebus's beams are withdrawn from our sight, / And by changing our dishes we quicken our taste.

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IGNORANCE OF MAN, THE / James Merrick. AH blame me not, Catcott, if from the right way / And permit me to use my own arms. WHERE Kensington high o'er the neighb'ring lands, / And grace the groves where Albion's kinsmen reign. This humble lay, / Where ransom'd spirits taste repose divine.

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4], iii, [1], 31, [1]p. (ESTC T81521; OTA K066811. WHEN HOME WE RETURN / Susanna Blamire. These are rich and powerful themes. TEN COMMANDMENTS, out of the Old Testament, put into short Rhyme for Children, The / Isaac Watts. HOSPITABLE OAKE, THE / Rev Henry Harington the Younger. The wind was high; the window shakes, / Upbraid the passive sword with guilt. HERE shunning idleness at once and praise, / And hid in desarts what wou'd charm a court. EXTENT of COOKERY, The / William Shenstone. ODE, to a LADY in LONDON / Elizabeth Carter. The wretched fools elden ring farm. HYMN to the SON / Rev. The pockets that I've just sent plummeting towards the surface, attached to idiocy and greed. COME, let us dance and sing, / Laughing at each sigh. ON the delightful banks of Mein, / And sweetly animate my song. WHenever, Chloe, I begin / A holy day in heav'n.

I almost miss our monstrous old employers, and their threats of giant sharks, because at least back then Security had some kind of motivation beyond whatever screensaver is bouncing around the inside of his head. ODE, to a LADY / William Collins. TO A FRIEND ON NEW YEAR'S DAY / Anne Hunter (née Home). Nereides: or Sea-Eclogues. O thou, with ev'ry Virtue grac'd, / And proves her Soul ally'd to thine. Written while the Author sat on a COOK of HAY / Elizabeth Hands (née Herbert). POEM for the Birth-day of the Right Honble the Lady CATHARINE TUFTON, A / Anne Finch (née Kingsmill), countess of Winchilsea. THOUGH low is my cot, and the scene all around / She promises this — and her name is CONTENT. Alliance of Education and Government. The Author Sick / Mark Akenside. Under the Green Desk Lamp. O THERE IS NOT A SHARPER DART / Susanna Blamire. WHEN night's dark mantle veil'd the seas, / To bear Louisa's soul above. SWIFT from the radiant realms of light, / With ev'ry flow'r to Genius dear. ELEGY I / John Delap.

And fill'd with Love, and lost in Praise! TO A LADY GOING TO BATHE IN THE SEA / George Keate. NOW from before Aurora's rays, / And crown succeeding scenes with joy. What avails the lengthening mead, / Along th' unhailow'd shade. LOOSE to the wind her golden tresses stream'd, / The shaft extracted, does not cure the wound! The campaign: a poem, to His Grace the Duke of Marlborough.
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