John Dyer. 1700-1758.
A little rule, a little sway,
A sunbeam in a winter's day,
Is all the proud and mighty have
Between the cradle and the grave.
Grongar Hill. Line 88.
Ever charming, ever new,
When will the landscape tire the view?
Grongar Hill. Line 102.
Disparting towers
Trembling all precipitate down dash'd,
Rattling around, loud thundering to the moon.
The Ruins of Rome. Line 40.
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