An Epistle To Sir John Blount City: London (Nicholas Amhurst Poems)
Wonder not Blount, whose magick HandLifts to the Clouds thy native Land,That in these busy, golden Times,Thy Ears are teaz'd ...
Wonder not Blount, whose magick HandLifts to the Clouds thy native Land,That in these busy, golden Times,Thy Ears are teaz'd ...
Beauty and splendor were on every hand:Yet strangely crawled dark shadows down the lanes,Twisting across the fields, like dragon-shapesThat smote ...
Our Sary Emma is possessed ter be at somethin' queer;She's allers doin' loony things, unheard of fur and near.One time ...
Ye gentle Beaux, and thoughtless Belles,Who gaily rove at Tunbridge--Wells,With Pockets full; and empty Looks,Raffling for ev'ry Toy--but Books:Should Addison's ...
As Pope who gathers mony to translateWith Gay the Shepheard Writer mett of late.Says Pope, your Ecclogues wont come out ...
DISPOSED to wed, e'en while you hasten, stay;There's great advantage in a small delay:Thus Ovid sang, and much the wise ...
Some of my friends (for friends I must suppose All, who, not daring to appear my foes, Feign great ...
Mr. Simkin B---n---r---d to Lady B---n---r---d, at --- Hall, North. Serious Reflections of Mr. B---n---r---d.--His Bill of Expences.-- The Distresses ...
I used to think that luck wuz luck and nuthin' else but luck--It made no diff'rence how or when or ...
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