| Page |
Text |
Incipit |
Short Title/Biblio |
| 11 |
Nothing's heard there but dismal notes (fl) |
|
Critic Upon Cr, 1788 |
| 16 |
You'll sing, Sir (fl) |
|
Critic Upon Cr, 1788 |
| 21 |
When Luna the silver ting'd clouds (fl) |
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Critic Upon Cr, 1788 |
| 21 |
See the motley crew advance (fl) |
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Critic Upon Cr, 1788 |
| 21 |
His belly lined with capon (fl) |
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Critic Upon Cr, 1788 |
| 21 |
While up and down (fl) |
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Critic Upon Cr, 1788 |
| 21 |
Singing, roaring, and gallanting (fl) |
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Critic Upon Cr, 1788 |
| 22 |
Lawyers, Doctors, Belles and beaux, The (fl) |
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Critic Upon Cr, 1788 |
| 22 |
Hark away (fl) |
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Critic Upon Cr, 1788 |
| 24 |
Those bright eyes so soft (fl) |
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Critic Upon Cr, 1788 |
| 26-27 |
Galleries now overflowing (fl) |
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Critic Upon Cr, 1788 |
| 28 |
Each premier minister (fl) |
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Critic Upon Cr, 1788 |
| 31 |
Client who seeks for justice, The (fl) |
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Critic Upon Cr, 1788 |
| 35 |
O screeble I ever will be (fl) |
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Critic Upon Cr, 1788 |
| 40 |
'Tis the people's strength (fl) |
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Critic Upon Cr, 1788 |
| 44-45 |
Altho' you thought that I was blind (fl) |
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Critic Upon Cr, 1788 |
| 58 |
Zounds, what's the cause of this fun, Sir (fl) |
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Critic Upon Cr, 1788 |
| 63 |
O! what a horrid thing's a riot (fl) |
|
Critic Upon Cr, 1788 |
| 70 |
Each British soul prepare for fight (fl) |
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Critic Upon Cr, 1788 |