The Auction (1778) [ People ]
… as she pass'd; Alas! those pleasures were not made to last! Too soon from dreams of joy the Fair-one 'woke, The creaking door her golden slumbers broke. Starting, in wild disorder up she rose: The quick but sad remembrance of her woes, … my evening prayer, “I learn'd the saintly look, and hypocritic air. “In a small room, and full three stories high, “A kind of grown-up Miss's Nursery, “I passed my time beneath that harsh restraint, “Which language cannot tell, nor fancy …
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