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In vain kind seasons swell'd the teeming grain , Soft showers distilld and suns grew warm in vain ; The swain with tears his frustrate labour yields , And famish'd dies amidst his ripen'd fields . What wonder then , a beast or subject ...
In vain kind seasons swell'd the teeming grain , Soft showers distilld and suns grew warm in vain ; The swain with tears his frustrate labour yields , And famish'd dies amidst his ripen'd fields . What wonder then , a beast or subject ...
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Isabel , ' said he , Two evenings after he had heard the news , ' I have been toiling more than seventy years , And in the open sunshine of God's love Have we all lived ; yet , if these fields of ours Should pass into a stranger's hand ...
Isabel , ' said he , Two evenings after he had heard the news , ' I have been toiling more than seventy years , And in the open sunshine of God's love Have we all lived ; yet , if these fields of ours Should pass into a stranger's hand ...
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Methought from the battle - field's dreadful array Far , far I had roamed on a desolate track : ' Twas autumn , -and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers , that welcomed me back . I flew to the pleasant fields traversed ...
Methought from the battle - field's dreadful array Far , far I had roamed on a desolate track : ' Twas autumn , -and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers , that welcomed me back . I flew to the pleasant fields traversed ...
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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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