Specimens of the Later English Poets: With Preliminary Notices, Том 1Longman, Hurst, Rees and Orme, 1807 - 449 страница "These volumes are intended to accompany Mr. Ellis's ... Specimens of the early English poets. That series concludes with reign of Charles II, this begins with that of James his successor."-- Preface. |
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... fair : The pledge of marriage - vows was only I ; Alone I liv'd their much - loved fondled boy ; They gave me generous education ; high They strove to raise my mind ; and with it grew their joy . The sages that instructed me in arts ...
... fair : The pledge of marriage - vows was only I ; Alone I liv'd their much - loved fondled boy ; They gave me generous education ; high They strove to raise my mind ; and with it grew their joy . The sages that instructed me in arts ...
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... fair deceiver ever used such charms , T ' ensnare a tender youth , and win his heart ; Or when she had him in her arms , Secured his love with greater art . I fancy'd , or I dream'd ( as poets always do ) No beauty with my Muse's might ...
... fair deceiver ever used such charms , T ' ensnare a tender youth , and win his heart ; Or when she had him in her arms , Secured his love with greater art . I fancy'd , or I dream'd ( as poets always do ) No beauty with my Muse's might ...
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... fair light , It seem'd to say , Nought's precious in my sight ; As I in waves this paragon have drown'd , The nation next , and king I will confound . EDMUND WALLER . 1605-1687 . Waller has perhaps received more 16 ANNE KILLEGREW .
... fair light , It seem'd to say , Nought's precious in my sight ; As I in waves this paragon have drown'd , The nation next , and king I will confound . EDMUND WALLER . 1605-1687 . Waller has perhaps received more 16 ANNE KILLEGREW .
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... fair figures , from a confus'd heap : For in his art of regiment is found A power , like that of harmony in sound . Those antique minstrels sure were CHARLES- like kings , Cities their lutes , and subjects hearts their strings ; On ...
... fair figures , from a confus'd heap : For in his art of regiment is found A power , like that of harmony in sound . Those antique minstrels sure were CHARLES- like kings , Cities their lutes , and subjects hearts their strings ; On ...
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... fair tyrant celebrates the prize , And acts herself the triumph of her eyes : SO NERO once , with harp in hand survey'd His flaming ROME , and as it burn'd he play'd . Upon the Death of the Lord Protector . WE must resign ! heav'n his ...
... fair tyrant celebrates the prize , And acts herself the triumph of her eyes : SO NERO once , with harp in hand survey'd His flaming ROME , and as it burn'd he play'd . Upon the Death of the Lord Protector . WE must resign ! heav'n his ...
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bards beauteous beauty blest bliss breast breath bright Charles charms CONSTANTIA GRIERSON CURSTY dear death delight despair divine dost Dryden dull e'er eyes fair fame fate fear fire flame fond fools George GEORGE SEWELL GEORGE STEPNEY give glory grace grave grief happy heart Heaven honour hopes inspire James JANE BRERETON John JOHN OLDMIXON John Vanbrugh JOSIAH RELPH joys king labour live Lord lover MARY BARBER mighty mind mourn Muse ne'er never NICHOLAS AMHURST night numbers nymph o'er pain passion pleasure poems poetry Poets praise pride rage reign RICHARDSON PACK rise SAMUEL WESLEY sense shade shew shine sighs sing smile soft SONG soul strain sweet taste tears thee things Thomas THOMAS D'URFEY THOMAS YALDEN thou thought thro tongue trembling Twas verse vex'd virtue Whilst William winds wise wretched youth
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