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Page 53
Even then her melody doth plainly prove Her bars are trees , her cage a pleasant
grove . My soul is free as ambient air , Which doth my outward parts include ;
Whilst loyal thoughts do still repair T'accompany my solitude . What tho ' they do ...
Even then her melody doth plainly prove Her bars are trees , her cage a pleasant
grove . My soul is free as ambient air , Which doth my outward parts include ;
Whilst loyal thoughts do still repair T'accompany my solitude . What tho ' they do ...
Page 57
HAPPY the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound , Content to
breathe his native air In his own ground . Whose herds with milk , whose fields
with bread , Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield
him ...
HAPPY the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound , Content to
breathe his native air In his own ground . Whose herds with milk , whose fields
with bread , Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield
him ...
Page 70
I loathe the mere rake , the drest fopling despise : Before such pursuers the
chaste virgin flies : And as Ovid so sweetly in parable told , We harden like trees ,
and like rivers grow cold . Lady Mary W. Nlontag :. CII . The merchant , to secure
his ...
I loathe the mere rake , the drest fopling despise : Before such pursuers the
chaste virgin flies : And as Ovid so sweetly in parable told , We harden like trees ,
and like rivers grow cold . Lady Mary W. Nlontag :. CII . The merchant , to secure
his ...
Page 93
One lettuce makes a shift to squeeze Up thro ' a tuft you call your trees : And ,
once a year , a single rose Peeps from the bud , but never blows ; In vain then
you expect its bloom ! It cannot blow for want of room . In short , in all your
boasted ...
One lettuce makes a shift to squeeze Up thro ' a tuft you call your trees : And ,
once a year , a single rose Peeps from the bud , but never blows ; In vain then
you expect its bloom ! It cannot blow for want of room . In short , in all your
boasted ...
Page 105
An't please your honour , " quoth the peasant , This same dessert is not so
pleasant : “ Give me again my hollow tree , " A crust of bread , and liberty ! ”
Alexander Pope 6 CXXXVII . THE DYING LOVER . DEAR Love , let me this
evening die , O ...
An't please your honour , " quoth the peasant , This same dessert is not so
pleasant : “ Give me again my hollow tree , " A crust of bread , and liberty ! ”
Alexander Pope 6 CXXXVII . THE DYING LOVER . DEAR Love , let me this
evening die , O ...
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