Specimens of the Later English Poets: With Preliminary Notices, Том 1"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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... Alleviate my mighty woe . Come flatter then , or chide my grief ; Catch my last
words , and call me fool ; Or say , she loves , for my relief ; My passion either
sooth , or school . The Discontent . Here take no care , take here ANNE
KILLEGREW .
... Alleviate my mighty woe . Come flatter then , or chide my grief ; Catch my last
words , and call me fool ; Or say , she loves , for my relief ; My passion either
sooth , or school . The Discontent . Here take no care , take here ANNE
KILLEGREW .
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... can bribe sufficient be , The body from a stern disease to free , Or purchase for
the mind ' s relief One moment ' s sweet repose , when restless made by grief ,
But what may laughter , more than pity , move : When some the price of what they
...
... can bribe sufficient be , The body from a stern disease to free , Or purchase for
the mind ' s relief One moment ' s sweet repose , when restless made by grief ,
But what may laughter , more than pity , move : When some the price of what they
...
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In pain and anguish night and day , I faint , and melt away : In vain against my
grief I strive , My entertainment now is crying , And all the sense I have of being
alive , Is that I feel myself a dying . PROLOGUE TO PHILASTER . NOTHING is
harder ...
In pain and anguish night and day , I faint , and melt away : In vain against my
grief I strive , My entertainment now is crying , And all the sense I have of being
alive , Is that I feel myself a dying . PROLOGUE TO PHILASTER . NOTHING is
harder ...
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How oft , when grief has made me fly , To hide me from society , Even of my
dearest friends , have I In your recess ' s friendly shade All my sorrows open laid ,
And my most secret woes entrusted to your privacy ! Lord ! would men let me
alone ...
How oft , when grief has made me fly , To hide me from society , Even of my
dearest friends , have I In your recess ' s friendly shade All my sorrows open laid ,
And my most secret woes entrusted to your privacy ! Lord ! would men let me
alone ...
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Break , break , sad heart , unload thy grief , Give , give , thy sorrows way : Seek
out thy only last relief , And thy hard stars obey : Those stars that doom thee to
revere What do ' s themselves outshine . And placed her too in such a sphere
That ...
Break , break , sad heart , unload thy grief , Give , give , thy sorrows way : Seek
out thy only last relief , And thy hard stars obey : Those stars that doom thee to
revere What do ' s themselves outshine . And placed her too in such a sphere
That ...
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| Наслов | Specimens of the Later English Poets: With Preliminary Notices, Том 1 Specimens of the Later English Poets: With Preliminary Notices, Robert Southey |
| Аутор | Robert Southey |
| Уредник | Robert Southey |
| Издавач | Longman, Hurst, Rees and Orme, 1807 |
| Оригинал из | Јавна библиотека града Њујорка |
| Дигитализовано | 29 нов. 2006 |
| Дужина | 449 страница |
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