Poems (Classic Reprint) - Softcover

Churchill, Charles

 
9781330632550: Poems (Classic Reprint)

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IT was the hour, when Devotees Breathe pious cur/2's on their knees, When they with pray'rs the day begin To fanétify a Night of Sin.

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IT was the hour, when Devotees Breathe pious cur/2's on their knees, When they with pray'rs the day begin To fanétify a Night of Sin.

About the Publisher

Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com

This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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The Ghost

When my Lord rises to the Chace,
And brawney Chaplain takes his place.

These Images, or bad or good,
If they are rightly understood,
Sogacious Readers must allow,
Proclaim us in the Country now.
For Observations mostly rise
From Objects just before our eyes,
And ev'ry Lord in Critic Wit,
Can tell you where the piece was writ,
Can point out, as he goes along,
(And who shall dare to say he's wrong?)
Whether the Warmth (for Bards we know
At present, never more than glow)
Was in the Town or Country caught,
By the peculiar turn of thought.

It Was The Hour - tho' Critics frown,
We now declare ourselves in Town,
Nor will a moment's pause allow
For finding when we came, or how,
The Man, who deals in humble Prose,
Tied down by rule and method, goes;

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This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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