Cowley. Denham. Milton. Butler. Rochester. Roscommon. Otway. Waller. Pomfret. Dorset. Stepney. J. Philips. WalshSamuel Johnson A. Miller, 1800 |
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... tell the reader : I know not by what chance I have kept copies of them ; for they are but a very few in comparison of those which I have loft ; and I think they have no extraordinary virtue in them , to deferve more care in prefervation ...
... tell the reader : I know not by what chance I have kept copies of them ; for they are but a very few in comparison of those which I have loft ; and I think they have no extraordinary virtue in them , to deferve more care in prefervation ...
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... tell his woeful ftate , In fhew of grief run murmuring at his fate . Philomel anfwers him again , and fhews , In her beft language , her fad hiftory , And in a mournful fweetnefs tells her woes , Denying to be pos'd in mifery ...
... tell his woeful ftate , In fhew of grief run murmuring at his fate . Philomel anfwers him again , and fhews , In her beft language , her fad hiftory , And in a mournful fweetnefs tells her woes , Denying to be pos'd in mifery ...
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... tell , " For now death feizeth me ; my dear , fare- well ! " As foon as he had spoke these words , life fled From his pierc'd body , whilft Conftantia , she Kiffes his cheeks , that lose their lively red , And become pale and wan ; and ...
... tell , " For now death feizeth me ; my dear , fare- well ! " As foon as he had spoke these words , life fled From his pierc'd body , whilft Conftantia , she Kiffes his cheeks , that lose their lively red , And become pale and wan ; and ...
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... tell what evil hath befall'n to thee , " That of thy death I may a partner be ; " Tell Thibe what hath caus'd this tragedy ! " He , he..ing Thifbe's name , lifts up his eye ; And on his Love he rais'd his dying head ; Where , ftriving ...
... tell what evil hath befall'n to thee , " That of thy death I may a partner be ; " Tell Thibe what hath caus'd this tragedy ! " He , he..ing Thifbe's name , lifts up his eye ; And on his Love he rais'd his dying head ; Where , ftriving ...
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... tell me not of logic's diverfe cheer ! I fhall begin to loathe our crambo here . Tell me not how the waves appear Of Cam , or how it cuts the learned fhire ; I shall contemn the troubled Thames On her chief holiday : even when her ...
... tell me not of logic's diverfe cheer ! I fhall begin to loathe our crambo here . Tell me not how the waves appear Of Cam , or how it cuts the learned fhire ; I shall contemn the troubled Thames On her chief holiday : even when her ...
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Página 120 - THIS is the month, and this the happy morn, Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King, Of wedded maid, and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring...
Página 24 - Evil into the mind of God or man May come and go, so unapproved, and leave No spot or blame behind...
Página 128 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
Página 129 - Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom...
Página 132 - Through the dear might of him that walked the waves Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies That sing, and singing in their glory move And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Página 29 - By none ; and if not equal all, yet free, Equally free ; for orders and degrees Jar not with liberty, but well consist.
Página 130 - And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.