The English Poets: Addison to BlakeMacmillan, 1880 |
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... Song • • • .. SIR SAMUEL GARTH ( 1660-1718 ) Extracts from The Dispensary MATTHEW PRIOR ( 1664-1721 ) The Secretary • • To a Child of Quality , Five Years Old A Song To a Lady An Ode . Cupid Mistaken A Better Answer A Simile Epigram ...
... Song • • • .. SIR SAMUEL GARTH ( 1660-1718 ) Extracts from The Dispensary MATTHEW PRIOR ( 1664-1721 ) The Secretary • • To a Child of Quality , Five Years Old A Song To a Lady An Ode . Cupid Mistaken A Better Answer A Simile Epigram ...
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... Song to David WILLIAM FALCONER ( 1732-1769 ) Extract from The Shipwreck . Canto III · OLIVER GOLDSMITH ( 1728-1774 ) The Editor 337 · 338 Prof. E. Dowden 341 • 345 347 350 · 353 The Editor 351 Prof. E. Dowden 362 · 364 Prof. E. Dowden ...
... Song to David WILLIAM FALCONER ( 1732-1769 ) Extract from The Shipwreck . Canto III · OLIVER GOLDSMITH ( 1728-1774 ) The Editor 337 · 338 Prof. E. Dowden 341 • 345 347 350 · 353 The Editor 351 Prof. E. Dowden 362 · 364 Prof. E. Dowden ...
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... SONG - WRITERS , EIGHTEENTH CENTURY Prof. W. Minto 486 Tullochgorum ( John Skinner ) • Logie o ' Buchan ( George Halket ) Lewie Gordon ( Alexander Geddes ) • There's nae Luck about the House ( Jean Adams ) Ca ' the Yowes ( Isabe Pagan ) ...
... SONG - WRITERS , EIGHTEENTH CENTURY Prof. W. Minto 486 Tullochgorum ( John Skinner ) • Logie o ' Buchan ( George Halket ) Lewie Gordon ( Alexander Geddes ) • There's nae Luck about the House ( Jean Adams ) Ca ' the Yowes ( Isabe Pagan ) ...
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... Song . · 578 579 W. J. Courthope 581 586 587 589 590 591 592 7. Comyns Carr 596 Song Song Mad Song To the Muses Extracts from Songs of Innocence : Introduction The Lamb Night Extracts from Songs of Experience . Ah , Sunflower • The ...
... Song . · 578 579 W. J. Courthope 581 586 587 589 590 591 592 7. Comyns Carr 596 Song Song Mad Song To the Muses Extracts from Songs of Innocence : Introduction The Lamb Night Extracts from Songs of Experience . Ah , Sunflower • The ...
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... verse ; and the little song ' False though she be to me and love ' has almost a note of genuine regret . AUSTIN DOBSO AMORET . Fair Amoret is gone astray ; Pursue and WILLIAM CONGREVE . II Austin Dobson PAGE I 1 ∞ ΙΟ Amoret Song.
... verse ; and the little song ' False though she be to me and love ' has almost a note of genuine regret . AUSTIN DOBSO AMORET . Fair Amoret is gone astray ; Pursue and WILLIAM CONGREVE . II Austin Dobson PAGE I 1 ∞ ΙΟ Amoret Song.
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