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Page 276 - WHY so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Page 259 - And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines! Which were so richly spun, and woven so fit, As, since, she will vouchsafe no other wit. The merry Greek, tart Aristophanes, Neat Terence, witty Plautus, now not please, But antiquated and deserted lie As they were not of Nature's family.
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| Title | Specimens with Memoirs of the Less-known British Poets, Volume 1 Nichol's library edition of The British poets. v. 40-42 Specimens with Memoirs of the Less-known British Poets, George Gilfillan Volume 1 of Specimens with Memoirs of the Less-known British Poets: With an Introductory Essay, George Gilfillan |
| Editor | George Gilfillan |
| Compiled by | George Gilfillan |
| Contributor | George Gilfillan |
| Publisher | James Nichol., 1860 |
| Original from | the University of California |
| Digitized | 21 Sep 2007 |
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