An Elegy on the Glory of Her Sex, Mrs. Mary Blaize by Oliver Goldsmith
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[Illustration (drawing, pic08trans.gif)] The needy seldom pass'd her door, And always found her kind; She freely lent to all the poor-- [Illustration (drawing, pic09trans.gif)] _Who left_ [Illustration (drawing, pic10trans.gif)] _a pledge behind._ [Illustration (painting, pic11.jpg)] [Illustration (drawing, pic12trans.gif)] She strove the neighbourhood to please With manners wondrous winning; |
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