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... lyre , on which an artist plays , With rash and awkward force the chords he shakes , And grins with wonder at the jar he makes ; But let the wise and well - instructed hand Once take the shell beneath his just command , In gentle sounds ...
... lyre , on which an artist plays , With rash and awkward force the chords he shakes , And grins with wonder at the jar he makes ; But let the wise and well - instructed hand Once take the shell beneath his just command , In gentle sounds ...
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... lyre , whose treasure of sweet sounds The touch from many a trembling chord shakes out ; And the clear voice symphonious , yet distinct , And in the charming strife triumphant still ; Beguile the night , and set a keener edge On female ...
... lyre , whose treasure of sweet sounds The touch from many a trembling chord shakes out ; And the clear voice symphonious , yet distinct , And in the charming strife triumphant still ; Beguile the night , and set a keener edge On female ...
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... lyre . X. She , with all a monarch's pride , Felt them in her bosom glow : Rush'd to battle , fought , and died ; Dying hurl'd them at the foe . XI . Ruffians , pitiless as proud , Heaven awards the vengeance due : Empire is on us ...
... lyre . X. She , with all a monarch's pride , Felt them in her bosom glow : Rush'd to battle , fought , and died ; Dying hurl'd them at the foe . XI . Ruffians , pitiless as proud , Heaven awards the vengeance due : Empire is on us ...
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ton | 13 |
The Yearly Distress or Tithing Time at Stock in | 154 |
Verses supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk | 160 |
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