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And when false flowers of rhetorick thou would'st cull , Trust Nature , do not labour to be dull ; But write thy best , and top ; and in each line Sir Formal's 67 oratory will be thine . Sir Formal , though unsought , attends thy quill ...
And when false flowers of rhetorick thou would'st cull , Trust Nature , do not labour to be dull ; But write thy best , and top ; and in each line Sir Formal's 67 oratory will be thine . Sir Formal , though unsought , attends thy quill ...
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At each according pause was heard aloud Thine ardent symphony sublime and high ! Fair dames and crested chiefs attention bow'd ; For still the burden of thy minstrelsy Was Knighthood's dauntless deed , and Beauty's matchless eye .
At each according pause was heard aloud Thine ardent symphony sublime and high ! Fair dames and crested chiefs attention bow'd ; For still the burden of thy minstrelsy Was Knighthood's dauntless deed , and Beauty's matchless eye .
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Few words remain of mine my tale to close ; Of thine but one to waft us from our foes ; Yea - foes - to me will Giaffir's hate de- cline ? ---- And is not Osman , who would part us , thine ? XXI ' His head and faith from doubt and death ...
Few words remain of mine my tale to close ; Of thine but one to waft us from our foes ; Yea - foes - to me will Giaffir's hate de- cline ? ---- And is not Osman , who would part us , thine ? XXI ' His head and faith from doubt and death ...
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