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To Men Ella Wheeler Wilcox	And we are glad he made you...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Miss --, Samuel Johnson	When charms thus press on every sense, What thought of flight or of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Miss Hickman, Playing the Spinet Samuel Johnson	Thus waked to rage by music's dreadful power, He bids the sword destroy, the flame...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Mistress ------ Thomas Parnell	That Heathens ownd ye world might thus have...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Moliere Nicholas Boileau-Despreaux	How easy thus forever to compound, And ring new changes on recurring sound; How easy, with a reasonable store...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Mr Brown On His Book Against T--- Thomas Parnell	Thus when a fiend upon their sabbats cheats The witches he has made wth fancyd treats, The...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Mr. Addison on His Opera of Rosamond Thomas Tickell	(In dirges thus expiring swans complain); Each verse so swells expressive of her woes, And every tear in...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Mr. Addison on His Tragedy of Cato Thomas Tickell	The aged oak thus rears his head in air, His sap exhausted, and his branches bare; 'Midst storms and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Mr. Dryden Joseph Addison	Then will thy Ovid, thus transform'd, reveal A nobler change than he himself can...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Mr. F. Now Earl of W Anne Kingsmill Finch	But for ARDELIA all they'd leave: Thus flatt'ring can the Muse deceive, And wheedle us to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Mr. Granville, On His Excellent Tragedy, Called Heroic Love John Dryden	Thus they jog on, still tricking, never thriving, And murdering plays, which they miscall...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Mr. Pope Thomas Parnell	Thus in the wood, when summer dress'd the days, When Windsor lent us tuneful hours of ease, Our...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Mr. Tilman After He Had Taken Orders John Donne	Hast thou thus traffick'd, but with far more gain Of noble goods, and with less time and pain...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Mrs. Barber Mary Barber	So Envy sets You in a fairer Light: Yet, tho' thus far Similitude we see, One Thing disturbs the wond'rous Harmony; With faded Light the Winter...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Mrs. J.S. Blackie Sydney Thompson Dobell	Thus thy dear Poet, at his sportive will, Commingling every seasonable mood Of old and young, and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Mrs. Strangeways Horner, With A Letter From My Son; Mary Barber	And plac'd the Poor before the Throne: Thus imitates the Pow'r Divine, And proves her Soul ally'd to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Mrs. Ward. By The Same. Mary Barber	Nor seek superfluous Vanities of Life: Thus, unobnoxious to Detraction's Aim, Nor base Suspicion can attaint my...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To music, to becalm his fever Robert Herrick	Into a gentle-licking flame, And make it thus...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To My Brothers John Keats	This is your birth-day Tom, and I rejoice That thus it passes smoothly,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To my dead friend Ben Johnson Henry King	That thus refin'd and roab'd, it shall not spare With the full Greek or Latine to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To My Dear Friend Mr. Congreve On His Commedy Call'd The Double Dealer John Dryden	Theirs was the giant race, before the Flood; And thus, when Charles return'd, our empire...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To My Dear Friend Mr. E[ldred] R[evett]. On His Poems Moral Richard Lovelace	Thus the repeated acts of Nestor's age, That now had three times ore out-liv'd the stage, And all...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To My Dear Friend Mr. E[ldred] R[evett]. On His Poems Moral And Divine Richard Lovelace	Thus the repeated acts of Nestor's age, That now had three times ore out-liv'd the stage, And all...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To My Empty Purse Geoffrey Chaucer	For which unto your mercy thus I crie, Be heavy againe, or els mote I...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
To My Enemy Lucy Maud Montgomery	And thus, while all the world may laud The gifts of love and loyalty, I lay my meed of gratitude Before...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)