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And when false flowers of rhetoric thou wouldst cull , Trust nature , do not labor to be dull ; But write thy best and top , and in each line Sir Formal's 19 oratory will be thine . Sir Formal , though unsought , attends thy quill And ...
And when false flowers of rhetoric thou wouldst cull , Trust nature , do not labor to be dull ; But write thy best and top , and in each line Sir Formal's 19 oratory will be thine . Sir Formal , though unsought , attends thy quill And ...
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Free as thine shall be my song ; As thy music , short , or long . Poets , wild as thee , were born , Pleasing best when unconfin'd , When to please is least design'd , Soothing but their cares to rest ; Cares do still their thoughts ...
Free as thine shall be my song ; As thy music , short , or long . Poets , wild as thee , were born , Pleasing best when unconfin'd , When to please is least design'd , Soothing but their cares to rest ; Cares do still their thoughts ...
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Blind with thine hair the eyes of day ; Kiss her until she be wearied out , Then wander o'er city , and sea , and land , Touching all with thine opiate wandCome , long - sought ! When I arose and saw the dawn , I sighed for thee ...
Blind with thine hair the eyes of day ; Kiss her until she be wearied out , Then wander o'er city , and sea , and land , Touching all with thine opiate wandCome , long - sought ! When I arose and saw the dawn , I sighed for thee ...
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PART | 3 |
Sir Patrick Spens | 40 |
The Bitter Withy | 46 |
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