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الصفحة 276
Nor so ambitious am I , as to frame A nest for my young praise in laurel tree : In truth , I swear I wish not there should be Graved in my epitaph a Poet's name . Nor , if I would , could I just title make , That any laud thereof to me ...
Nor so ambitious am I , as to frame A nest for my young praise in laurel tree : In truth , I swear I wish not there should be Graved in my epitaph a Poet's name . Nor , if I would , could I just title make , That any laud thereof to me ...
الصفحة 379
I wish her store Of worth may leave her poor Of wishes ; and I wish no more . Now , if Time knows That Her , whose radiant brows Weave them a garland of my vows , Her whose just bays My future hopes can raise A trophy to her present ...
I wish her store Of worth may leave her poor Of wishes ; and I wish no more . Now , if Time knows That Her , whose radiant brows Weave them a garland of my vows , Her whose just bays My future hopes can raise A trophy to her present ...
الصفحة 818
if he wishes to be pleased with these volumes . And it would be a most easy task to prove ... Others who pursue a different track will interest him likewise ; I do not interfere with their claim , but wish to prefer a claim of my own .
if he wishes to be pleased with these volumes . And it would be a most easy task to prove ... Others who pursue a different track will interest him likewise ; I do not interfere with their claim , but wish to prefer a claim of my own .
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