The Poems, of the Late Christopher Smart, ... Consisting of His Prize Poems, Odes, Sonnets, and Fables, Latin and English Translations; ...Smart and Cowslade; and sold by F. Power and Company, London, 1791 |
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... tongue without a halt run , " Thou fhabby second - hand fubaltern , " At once fo antient and so easy , " At once fo gorgeous and so greasy ,; " I value not thy gafconading , " Nor all thy alamode parading ; But to abstain from words ...
... tongue without a halt run , " Thou fhabby second - hand fubaltern , " At once fo antient and so easy , " At once fo gorgeous and so greasy ,; " I value not thy gafconading , " Nor all thy alamode parading ; But to abstain from words ...
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... tongue you all : But here fhe comes - there's no relief , She comes , and bleffed are the deaf . " A Magpie ! why , you're mad , my dear , " To bring a chattering Magpie here . " A prating play thing , fit for boys- " You know I can't ...
... tongue you all : But here fhe comes - there's no relief , She comes , and bleffed are the deaf . " A Magpie ! why , you're mad , my dear , " To bring a chattering Magpie here . " A prating play thing , fit for boys- " You know I can't ...
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... tongue of immortal mould . " Proclaims in thunder you're no fcold . " Yes , yes , you're fovereign of the tongue , “ And , like the king , can do no wrong ; 66 Juftly your spouse restrains his voice , " Ner vainly anfwers words with ...
... tongue of immortal mould . " Proclaims in thunder you're no fcold . " Yes , yes , you're fovereign of the tongue , “ And , like the king , can do no wrong ; 66 Juftly your spouse restrains his voice , " Ner vainly anfwers words with ...
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... tongue had run in ceafelefs motion , Had not the Queen ta'en up in wrath , This thing of folly and of froth . " Impertinent and witlefs medler , " Thou fmattering , empty , noily pedlar ! 66 By vanity , thou bladder blown , " To be the ...
... tongue had run in ceafelefs motion , Had not the Queen ta'en up in wrath , This thing of folly and of froth . " Impertinent and witlefs medler , " Thou fmattering , empty , noily pedlar ! 66 By vanity , thou bladder blown , " To be the ...
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... art fated , " To - morrow - and thou fhalt be baited . " The deed was done - curfe on the wrong ! Bloody defcription , hold thy tongue.- Victorious Victorious yet the Bull return'd , And with ftern filence 38 FABLE S.
... art fated , " To - morrow - and thou fhalt be baited . " The deed was done - curfe on the wrong ! Bloody defcription , hold thy tongue.- Victorious Victorious yet the Bull return'd , And with ftern filence 38 FABLE S.
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