The English Poets: Addison to BlakeMacmillan, 1880 |
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... Wishes : The Rise and Fall of Wolsey • • PAGE W. E. Henley 230 • • 233 • 234 236 238 T. Arnold 239 • 241 · 242 W. J. Courthope 245 · The True Objects of Desire Prologue spoken at the opening of the Drury Lane Theatre , 1747 Prologue to ...
... Wishes : The Rise and Fall of Wolsey • • PAGE W. E. Henley 230 • • 233 • 234 236 238 T. Arnold 239 • 241 · 242 W. J. Courthope 245 · The True Objects of Desire Prologue spoken at the opening of the Drury Lane Theatre , 1747 Prologue to ...
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... wishes to excuse himself for an inadequate celebration of William's heroic prowess , he says that , as Troy had perished ... wish themselves much nearer to the sun . ' We see in such a conceit the evil influence of Dryden ; but the large ...
... wishes to excuse himself for an inadequate celebration of William's heroic prowess , he says that , as Troy had perished ... wish themselves much nearer to the sun . ' We see in such a conceit the evil influence of Dryden ; but the large ...
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... wish , the rook's pretence , The sluggard's ease , the coxcomb's providence . Sir Scrape - quill , once a supple smiling slave , Looks lofty now , and insolently grave ; Builds , settles , purchases , and has each hour Caps from the ...
... wish , the rook's pretence , The sluggard's ease , the coxcomb's providence . Sir Scrape - quill , once a supple smiling slave , Looks lofty now , and insolently grave ; Builds , settles , purchases , and has each hour Caps from the ...
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... wish fair winds may waft him over . Alas ! what winds can happy prove , That bear me far from what I love ? Alas ! what dangers on the main Can equal those that I sustain , From slighted vows , and cold disdain ? Be gentle , and in pity ...
... wish fair winds may waft him over . Alas ! what winds can happy prove , That bear me far from what I love ? Alas ! what dangers on the main Can equal those that I sustain , From slighted vows , and cold disdain ? Be gentle , and in pity ...
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... wish upon me wait , And still to flourish be thy fate , To future ages mayst thou stand Untouched by the rash workman's hand , Till that large stock of sap is spent , Which gives thy summer's ornament ; Till the fierce winds , that ...
... wish upon me wait , And still to flourish be thy fate , To future ages mayst thou stand Untouched by the rash workman's hand , Till that large stock of sap is spent , Which gives thy summer's ornament ; Till the fierce winds , that ...
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