Bell's Edition, Volúmenes37-38J. Bell, 1777 |
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Página xlvii
... desire has been for fome years past , ( though the execution has been accidentally diverted ) and does ftill vehemently continue , to retire myself to fome of our American plantations , not to seek for gold , or en- rich myself with the ...
... desire has been for fome years past , ( though the execution has been accidentally diverted ) and does ftill vehemently continue , to retire myself to fome of our American plantations , not to seek for gold , or en- rich myself with the ...
Página lxix
... desire . Who would not , Cowley ! ruin'd be ? 1 Who would not love that reads , that thinks of thee ? Whether thou in th ' old Roman doft delight , Or English , full as strong , to write , རྐ Thy master - strokes in both are shown ...
... desire . Who would not , Cowley ! ruin'd be ? 1 Who would not love that reads , that thinks of thee ? Whether thou in th ' old Roman doft delight , Or English , full as strong , to write , རྐ Thy master - strokes in both are shown ...
Página xc
... desire , Both from the busy throng retire : Their bodies to their minds refign'd , Car'd not to propagate their kind : Yet tho ' both fell before their hour , Time on their offspring hath no pow'r : Nor fire nor fate their bays fhall ...
... desire , Both from the busy throng retire : Their bodies to their minds refign'd , Car'd not to propagate their kind : Yet tho ' both fell before their hour , Time on their offspring hath no pow'r : Nor fire nor fate their bays fhall ...
Página xcviii
... desire , 80 Both from the busy throng retire : Their bodies to their minds refign'd , Car'd not to propagate their kind : Yet tho ' both fell before their hour , Time on their offspring hath no pow'r : Nor fire nor fate their bays fhall ...
... desire , 80 Both from the busy throng retire : Their bodies to their minds refign'd , Car'd not to propagate their kind : Yet tho ' both fell before their hour , Time on their offspring hath no pow'r : Nor fire nor fate their bays fhall ...
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... desire ; " But , like the rare Arabian bird , there rofe " From my heart's ashes never - quenched love , " Which now this torment in my foul doth move.3co LI . " Oh ! let not then my paffion cause your hate , " Nor let my choice offend ...
... desire ; " But , like the rare Arabian bird , there rofe " From my heart's ashes never - quenched love , " Which now this torment in my foul doth move.3co LI . " Oh ! let not then my paffion cause your hate , " Nor let my choice offend ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ABRAHAM COWLEY againſt anſwers beauty becauſe beſt beſtow blefs'd breaſt cauſe Conftantia COWLEY darkneſs death defire doft doth eſtate ev'n ev'ry Exeter Exchange eyes facred faid fair fame Fate fear feem fhall fhew fighs fince fing fire firſt flain flame fome fong foon forrows foul ftill fuch fure greateſt grief hath heart heav'n himſelf honour houſe itſelf juſt laft laſt leaſt lefs leſs light lov'd Love's mighty mind Miſtreſs moſt Mufe Muſe muſt myſelf ne'er northern expedition numbers paffions paſt Philetus Philocrates Pindar pleaſant pleaſe pleaſure poets pofies pow'r praiſe raiſe reaſon ſaid ſay ſee ſeen ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhould ſhow ſome ſpeak ſtand ſtate ſtay ſtill ſtraight ſtrong tears thee themſelves theſe thine things thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro twas Unleſs uſe verfe verſe Whilft whofe whoſe ΙΟ
Pasajes populares
Página 123 - s drunken, fiery face no less) Drinks up the sea, and when he's done, The moon and stars drink up the sun. They drink and dance by their own light, They drink and revel all the night. Nothing in Nature's sober found, But an eternal health goes round.
Página lxv - Latin vein, so clear, Strong, full, and high, it doth appear ', That were immortal Virgil here, Him for his judge he would not fear. Of that great portraiture so true A copy, pencil never drew. My Muse her song had ended here, But both their genii straight appear : Joy and amazement her did strike ; Two twins she never saw so like.
Página xlvi - There was no other religion ; and therefore that was better than none at all : but to us, who have no need of them ; to us, who deride their folly, and are wearied with their impertinencies ; they ought to appear no better arguments for verse, than those of their worthy successors, the knights errant.
Página 194 - On a sigh of pity I a year can live ; One tear will keep me twenty, at least ; Fifty, a gentle look will give ; An hundred years on one kind word I'll feast : A thousand more will added be, If you an inclination have for me ; And all beyond is vast eternity ! THE THIEF.
Página 105 - To a lord's house, as lordly as can be, Made for the use of pride and luxury, They come ; the gentle courtier at the door Stops, and will hardly enter in before. But 'tis, sir, your command, and being so, I'm sworn t' obedience ; and so in they go.
Página 105 - Darkness' curtains he retires ; In sympathizing night he rolls his smoky fires. .When, Goddess! thou lift'st up thy waken'd head, Out of the morning's purple bed, Thy quire of birds about thee play, And all the joyful world salutes the rising day.
Página 95 - Who does in me dwell. Before my Gate a Street's broad Channel goes, Which still with Waves of crowding people flows, And every day there passes by my side, Up to its Western Reach, the London Tide, The Spring-Tides of the Term ; my Front looks down On all the Pride, and Business of the Town.
Página 137 - So strong a wit did nature to him frame As all things but his judgment overcame; His judgment like the heavenly moon did show, Tempering that mighty sea below. Oh had he lived in learning's world, what bound Would have been able to control His over-powering soul? We have lost in him arts that not yet are found.
Página 89 - This only grant me, that my means may lie Too low for envy, for contempt too high. Some honour I would have, Not from great deeds, but good alone; The' unknown are better than ill known : Rumour can ope the grave.
Página 137 - He lov'd my worthless rhymes, and, like a friend, Would find out something to commend. Hence now, my Muse ! thou canst not me delight : Be this my latest verse, With which I now adorn his hearse ; And this my grief, without thy help, shall write.