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JOHN PHILPOT CURRAN 1750-1817 The Deserter If sadly thinking , With spirits sinking , Could more than drinking My cares compose , A cure for sorrow From sighs I'd borrow , And hope to - morrow Would end my woes .
JOHN PHILPOT CURRAN 1750-1817 The Deserter If sadly thinking , With spirits sinking , Could more than drinking My cares compose , A cure for sorrow From sighs I'd borrow , And hope to - morrow Would end my woes .
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What shame and grief , what punishment and pain , Sport of fierce passions , must each child sustainEre they like him approach their latter end , Without a hope , a comfort , or a friend ! But this Orlando felt not ; " Rogues , ' said ...
What shame and grief , what punishment and pain , Sport of fierce passions , must each child sustainEre they like him approach their latter end , Without a hope , a comfort , or a friend ! But this Orlando felt not ; " Rogues , ' said ...
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When I began , my purpose was to speak Of remedies and of a cheerful hope . Our Luke shall leave us , Isabel ; the land Shall not go from us , and it shall be free ; He shall possess it , free as is the wind That passes over it .
When I began , my purpose was to speak Of remedies and of a cheerful hope . Our Luke shall leave us , Isabel ; the land Shall not go from us , and it shall be free ; He shall possess it , free as is the wind That passes over it .
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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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