The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto I (Richard Savage Poems)
Fain would my verse, Tyrconnel, boast thy name,Brownlow, at once my subject and my fame!Oh! could that spirit, which thy ...
Fain would my verse, Tyrconnel, boast thy name,Brownlow, at once my subject and my fame!Oh! could that spirit, which thy ...
Harp of my soul, though thou hast hung Suspended from the willow boughTill much distorted, warped and sprung, And discord reigns within ...
'Enter' MRS. BULKLEY,'who curtsies very low as beginning to speak.Then enter' MISS CATLEY,'who stands full before her, and curtsies to ...
Because you have thrown of your Prelate Lord,And with stiff vows renounc'd his Liturgy,To seise the widow'd whore PluralityFrom them ...
I She:When I settle with my hubbyIn our little home, He must not be wild and clubby, He must never ...
Because you have thrown of your Prelate Lord, And with stiff Vowes renounc'd his Liturgie To seise the widdow'd whore ...
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