The Beauties of English Poesy, Volume 2Oliver Goldsmith James Williams, 1771 - English poetry |
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... ev'ry vary'd posture , place , and hour , How widow'd ev'ry thought of ev'ry joy ! Thought ; Thought , busy thought ! too busy for my 102 THE BEAUTIES OF.
... ev'ry vary'd posture , place , and hour , How widow'd ev'ry thought of ev'ry joy ! Thought ; Thought , busy thought ! too busy for my 102 THE BEAUTIES OF.
Page 120
... ev'ry fault , And her dread diary with horror fills . Not the grofs act alone employs her pen ; She reconnoitres Fancy's airy band , A watchful foe ! The formidable spy , Lift'ning , o'erhears the whispers of our camp : Our dawning ...
... ev'ry fault , And her dread diary with horror fills . Not the grofs act alone employs her pen ; She reconnoitres Fancy's airy band , A watchful foe ! The formidable spy , Lift'ning , o'erhears the whispers of our camp : Our dawning ...
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... ev'ry end , The book , the author , and the friend : The utmost her defires will reach , Is but to learn what he can teach : His converse is a fyftem fit Alone to fill up all her wit ; While ev'ry paffion of her mind In him is center'd ...
... ev'ry end , The book , the author , and the friend : The utmost her defires will reach , Is but to learn what he can teach : His converse is a fyftem fit Alone to fill up all her wit ; While ev'ry paffion of her mind In him is center'd ...
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