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Whatever spirit , careless of his charge , His post neglects , or leaves the fair at large , Shall feel sharp vengeance soon o'ertake his sins , Be stopp'd in vials , or transfix'd with pins ; Or plunged in lakes of bitter washes lie ...
Whatever spirit , careless of his charge , His post neglects , or leaves the fair at large , Shall feel sharp vengeance soon o'ertake his sins , Be stopp'd in vials , or transfix'd with pins ; Or plunged in lakes of bitter washes lie ...
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Of Nature , by the gentle agency Of natural objects , led me on to feel For passions that were not my own ... And , with yet fonder feeling , for the sake of youthful Poets , who among these hills Will be my second self when I am gone ...
Of Nature , by the gentle agency Of natural objects , led me on to feel For passions that were not my own ... And , with yet fonder feeling , for the sake of youthful Poets , who among these hills Will be my second self when I am gone ...
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Tell me , youth , ' What sorrow thou canst feel ; for I am sad ' When thou dost shed a tear : explain thy griefs ' To one who in this lonely isle hath been ' The watcher of thy sleep and hours of life , ' From the young day when first ...
Tell me , youth , ' What sorrow thou canst feel ; for I am sad ' When thou dost shed a tear : explain thy griefs ' To one who in this lonely isle hath been ' The watcher of thy sleep and hours of life , ' From the young day when first ...
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CHARLES SACKVILLE EARL OF DORSET 16381706 | 1 |
ANNE COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA ?16601720 | 10 |
WILLIAM CONGREVE 16701729 | 19 |
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