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... praise , For the chief blessings of my fairest days : But that were sacrilege - praise is not thine , But his who gave thee , and preserves thee mine : Else I would say , and as I spake bid fly A captive bird into the boundless sky ...
... praise , For the chief blessings of my fairest days : But that were sacrilege - praise is not thine , But his who gave thee , and preserves thee mine : Else I would say , and as I spake bid fly A captive bird into the boundless sky ...
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... praise and boast enough In every clime , and travel where we might , That we were born her children . Praise enough To fill the ambition of a private man , That Chatham's language was his mother - tongue , And Wolfe's great name ...
... praise and boast enough In every clime , and travel where we might , That we were born her children . Praise enough To fill the ambition of a private man , That Chatham's language was his mother - tongue , And Wolfe's great name ...
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... praise A talent so divine , remember too That His most holy book , from whom it came , Was never meant , was never ... praise and glory of King George ! -Man praises man ; and Garrick's memory next , When time hath somewhat mellow'd it ...
... praise A talent so divine , remember too That His most holy book , from whom it came , Was never meant , was never ... praise and glory of King George ! -Man praises man ; and Garrick's memory next , When time hath somewhat mellow'd it ...
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