 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.  Bell's Edition - Página 137por John Bell - 1777Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Abraham Cowley - 1772 - 230 páginas
...Mute, at the grave, wherein my friend does lye. .... ;>,..- 8.... To him my Mufe made hafte" with every ftrain, Whilft it was new, and warm yet from the brain. He lov'd my worthlefs rhimes, and, like a friend [*], Would find out Something to commend. [s[ — like a frifttJ]... | |
 | Abraham Cowley - 1772 - 264 páginas
...Mute, as the grave, wherein my friend does lye. 13 8. To To him my Mufe made hafte with every flrain, Whilft it was new, and warm yet from the brain. He lov'd my worthlefs rhimes, and, like a friend [/'], Would find out fomething to commend. Hence now, my Mufe,... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 378 páginas
...unmoved be, Mute as'the grave wherein my friend does lie. To him my Mufe made haftc with every ftraia, Whilft it was new and warm yet from the brain : He lov'd my worthlefs rhymes,, avid, like a friend, Would find out fomething to commend. Hence now, my Mufe! thou... | |
 | English poets - 1790 - 296 páginas
...and unmoved be, Mute as the grave wherein my friend does lie. To him my Mufe made hafte with every ftrain, Whilft it was new and warm yet from the brain : He lov'd my worthlefs rhymes, and, like a friend, Would find out fome thing to commend. Hence -now, my Mufe ! thou... | |
 | Robert Anderson - 1795 - 740 páginas
...No whittling winds through the glad branches fly, But all, with fad folemnity, Mute and unmoved be, Mute as the grave wherein my friend does lie. VIII. To him my Mufe made hafte with ev'ry Ilrain, Whilft it was new, and warm yet from the brain. He lov'd my worthlefs rhymes; and, like a friend!... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1800 - 842 páginas
...unmoved be, Mute a* the grave wherein my friend does lie. To him my Mufc made hafte with every drain, Whilft it was new and warm yet from the brain; He lov'd my worthlcfs rhymes, and, like a friend, Would find out fomtthing to cnmmcnd. Htnce now, my Mufe! thou... | |
 | Abraham Cowley - 1806 - 294 páginas
...be, Mute as the grave wherein my friend does lie. To him my Muse made haste with every strain, Whilst it was new and warm yet from the brain : He lov'd my worthless rhymes, and, like a friend, Would find out something to commend. Hence now, my Muse ! thou... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 512 páginas
...be, Mute as the grave wherein my friend does lie. To him my Muse made haste with every strain, Whilst it was new and warm yet from the brain : He lov'd my worthless rhymes, and, like a friend, Would find out something to commend. Hence now, my Muse! thou... | |
 | Abraham Cowley - 1809 - 296 páginas
...be, Mute as the grave wherein my friend does lie. To him my Muse made haste with every strain, Whilst it was new and warm yet from the brain : He lov'd my worthless rhymes, and, like a friend, Would find out something to commend. Hence now, my Muse ! thou... | |
 | Joseph Addison - 1810 - 312 páginas
...mute as the grave, wherein my friend does lie. To him my Muse made haste with every strain, whilst it was new, and warm yet from the brain, he lov'd my worthless rhymes, and like a friend would find out something to commend. Hence now, my Muse, thou canst... | |
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