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Page 98
The gloomy aisles , Black - plaister'd , and hung round with shreds of ' scutcheons And tatter'd coats of arms , send back the sound , Laden with heavier airs , from the low vaults , The mansions of the dead ! Rous'd from their slumbers ...
The gloomy aisles , Black - plaister'd , and hung round with shreds of ' scutcheons And tatter'd coats of arms , send back the sound , Laden with heavier airs , from the low vaults , The mansions of the dead ! Rous'd from their slumbers ...
Page 155
... The young contending as the old surveyed ; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground , And sleights of art and feats of strength went round ; And still as each repeated pleasure tired , Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired ...
... The young contending as the old surveyed ; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground , And sleights of art and feats of strength went round ; And still as each repeated pleasure tired , Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired ...
Page 460
A little garden , not too fine , Inclose with painted pales ; And woodbines , round the cot to twine , Pin to the wall with nails . Let hazels grow , and spindling sedge , Bend bowering over - head ; Dig old man's beard from woodland ...
A little garden , not too fine , Inclose with painted pales ; And woodbines , round the cot to twine , Pin to the wall with nails . Let hazels grow , and spindling sedge , Bend bowering over - head ; Dig old man's beard from woodland ...
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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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