 | 1768 - 694 strani
...all that hate may hift. This day the powder'd curls and golden cou, Says fwelling Clifpin, bcgg'di cobler's vote. This night, our wit, the pert apprentice cries, Lies at my feet, I hifs him , and he dies. The great, 'tii true, can charm th'cUciing tribe) Yin.- bard .uay Supplicate,... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1774 - 412 strani
...Night when all that hate may hifs. This Day the powder'd Curls and golden Coat, Says fwelling Crifpin, begg'da Cobler's Vote. This Night our Wit, the pert Apprentice cries, Lies at my Feet, I hifs him, and he dies. The Great, 'tis true, can charm th' electing Tribe ; The Bard may fupplicate,... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1774 - 374 strani
...hate may hifs. This Day the powder'd Curls and golden Coat, Says fwelling Crifpin, begg'd a-Cobler's Vote. This Night our Wit, the pert Apprentice cries, Lies at my Feet, I hifs him, and he dies. The Great, 'tis true, can charm th' electing Tribe; The Bard may fupplicate,... | |
 | BOUQUET. - 1780 - 354 strani
...hif:. *• This day the powder'd curls and golden coat, • 'Says fwelling Crij'pin, begg'da cooler's vote : ' This night, our wit, the pert apprentice cries, Lies at my feet, I hifs him, and he dies. •* The. great, 'tis true, can charm th' elefting tribe.; ' The bacd may fupplicate,... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1785 - 222 strani
...may hifs. " This day the powder'd curls and golden coat,''" Says fwelling Crifpin, " begg'da coblei's vote ;" " This night our wit," the pert apprentice cries,. " Lies at my feet ; I hifs him, and he dies." The great, 'tis true, can charm th' electing tribe, The bard may fupplicate,... | |
 | Samuel Johnson, John Hawkins - 1787 - 534 strani
...when all that hate may hifs. " This day the powder'd curls and golden coat," Says fwelling Crifpin, " begg'da cobler's vote;" " This night our wit," the pert apprentice cries, " Lies at my feet; I* hifs him, and he dies." The great, 'tis true, can charm th' electing tribe, The bard may fupplicate,... | |
 | Samuel Johnson, John Hawkins - 1787 - 560 strani
...when all that hate may hifs. " This day the powder'd curls and golden coat," Says fwelling Crifpin, " begg'da cobler's vote/' " This night our wit," the pert apprentice cries, " Lies at my feet -, 1 hifs him, and he dies." The great, 'tis true, can charm th' electing tribe, The bard may fupplicate,... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1789 - 248 strani
...when all that hate may hifs. " This day the powder'd curls and golden coat," Says fwelling Crifpin, " begg'da cobler's vote ;" " This night our- wit," the pert apprentice cries, «• Lies at my feet ; I hifs him, and he dies." The great, 'tis true, can charm th' elefting tribe, The bard may fupplicate,... | |
 | English poets - 1790 - 370 strani
...when all that hate may hifs. " This day the powder'd curls and golden coat," Says fwelling Crifpin, " begg'da cobler's vote ;" " This night our wit," the pert apprentice cries, " Lies at my feet; I hifs him, and he dies." The great, 'tis true, can charm th' electing tribe. The bard may fupplicate,... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1791 - 288 strani
...hate may hifs vo L. ii. B " This day the powder'd curls and golden coat," Says fwelling Crifpin, " begg'da cobler's vote." "" This night, our wit," the pert apprentice cries, " Lies at my feet, I hifs him, and he dies." The great, 'tis true, can charm th" elefting tribe; The bard may fupplicate,... | |
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Th' offended burgess hoards his angry tale, For that blest year when all that vote may rail; Their schemes of spite the poet's foes dismiss, Till that glad night, when all that hate may hiss. This day the powder'd curls and golden coat, Says swelling... 
