Memoirs of the court of England from ... 1688 to the death of George the second, Volume 2 |
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... out of place . There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl , The feast of reason and the flow of soul . " In one of his letters to Swift , Pope , ( who pro- bably received the following account from Bo- lingbroke's own lips , ) gives ...
... out of place . There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl , The feast of reason and the flow of soul . " In one of his letters to Swift , Pope , ( who pro- bably received the following account from Bo- lingbroke's own lips , ) gives ...
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