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A Letter To The Same Person Anne Kingsmill Finch	But since the Thoughts of a Poetick Mind Will never be to Syllables confin'd; And whilst to fix what is conceiv'd, we try, ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Miller, His Son, And Their Ass Anne Kingsmill Finch	To Racan, fill'd with like poetick Fire, Both tuneful Servants of Apollo's Choir: Rivals and Heirs to the Horatian Lyre: ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Suplication For The Joys Of Heaven Anne Kingsmill Finch	Be stedfast there spiritualiz'd and gay My low Poetick tendency be rais'd Till the bestower worthily is prais'd Till Dryden's numbers for Cecilia's...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Account Of The Greatest English Poets Joseph Addison	Old Spencer next, warm'd with Poetick Rage, In Antick Tales amus'd a Barb'rous Age; An Age that yet uncultivate and Rude, Where-e'er...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Fleckno, an English Priest at Rome Andrew Marvell	Wears a close Jacket of poetick Buff, With which he doth his third Dimension...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
On the Death of E. Waller, Esq. Aphra Behn	Till taught, by thee, the true Poetick...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Falcon Richard Lovelace	Doctor robbin, the prelate pye, And the poetick swan, shall dye, Only to sing thy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To his unconstant Friend Henry King	I'm none of those poetick male-contents Born to make paper dear with my laments: Or wild Orlando that will rail and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To my honoured Friend Mr. George Sandys Henry King	Who did in his Poetick zeal contend Others edition by a worse to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Upon the death of my ever desired friend Doctor Donne Dean of Pauls Henry King	At common graves we have Poetick eyes Can melt themselves in easie Elegies; Each quill can drop his tributary verse, And pin...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Upon The Death Of, Mr. Addison; Inscrib'd To The Earl Of Warwick Nicholas Amhurst	From this great Master of poetick Art, Ye num'rous Bards that swarm in ev'ry Part, And with laborious Nonsense load the Press,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)

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