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... virtue know . Ver . 16. And all th ' aërial audience clap their wings . Prior's Solomon . And clapp'd their wings , recording what we faid . S. Ver . 23. Hear how the birds , on every bloomy fpray , With joyous mufic wake the dawning ...
... virtue know . Ver . 16. And all th ' aërial audience clap their wings . Prior's Solomon . And clapp'd their wings , recording what we faid . S. Ver . 23. Hear how the birds , on every bloomy fpray , With joyous mufic wake the dawning ...
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... virtues known , The fecond hope and genius of the throne . Ver . 320. Obfcure the place , and uninfcrib'd the ftone . Clarendon relates at fome length , that , after the Reflora- tion , fearch was made to discover the spot in the chapel ...
... virtues known , The fecond hope and genius of the throne . Ver . 320. Obfcure the place , and uninfcrib'd the ftone . Clarendon relates at fome length , that , after the Reflora- tion , fearch was made to discover the spot in the chapel ...
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... virtues and the occafion , thus glories in his abstinence from fuch recreations , when the calamities of thofe difaftrous times had driven him into folitude : Neque otio me ignavo dedidi , nec rurfum indignis ho- mine docto voluptatibus ...
... virtues and the occafion , thus glories in his abstinence from fuch recreations , when the calamities of thofe difaftrous times had driven him into folitude : Neque otio me ignavo dedidi , nec rurfum indignis ho- mine docto voluptatibus ...
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... princess move , Whose only fault was an excess of love . Ver . 130. And angels lean from heav'n to hear . He feems to have had in view the conclufion of Milton's Comus : Mortals , Mortals , that would follow me , Love Virtue : ON POPE . 45.
... princess move , Whose only fault was an excess of love . Ver . 130. And angels lean from heav'n to hear . He feems to have had in view the conclufion of Milton's Comus : Mortals , Mortals , that would follow me , Love Virtue : ON POPE . 45.
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Gilbert Wakefield. Mortals , that would follow me , Love Virtue : fhe alone is free : She can teach you how to climb Higher than the fphery chime : Or , if Virtue feeble were , Heav'n itself would stoop to hear . The fphery chime is the ...
Gilbert Wakefield. Mortals , that would follow me , Love Virtue : fhe alone is free : She can teach you how to climb Higher than the fphery chime : Or , if Virtue feeble were , Heav'n itself would stoop to hear . The fphery chime is the ...
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