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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... head , And as my sense on the rich banquet fed , A voice ( it seem'd no more , so busy I Was with myself , I saw not who was nigh ) Pierc'd through my ears ; ' Arise , thy good Senan- der's dead . ' It shook my brain , and from their ...
... head , And as my sense on the rich banquet fed , A voice ( it seem'd no more , so busy I Was with myself , I saw not who was nigh ) Pierc'd through my ears ; ' Arise , thy good Senan- der's dead . ' It shook my brain , and from their ...
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... head a crown she bore , Of laurel , which she told me should be mine : And round her ivory neck she wore A rope of largest pearl . Each part of her did shine With jewels and with gold , Numberless to be told ; Which in imagination I did ...
... head a crown she bore , Of laurel , which she told me should be mine : And round her ivory neck she wore A rope of largest pearl . Each part of her did shine With jewels and with gold , Numberless to be told ; Which in imagination I did ...
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... head o'erlooks the swelling main , Where never shepherd fed his flock , Or careful peasant sow'd his grain ? No wholesome herb grows on the same , Or bird of day will on it rest ; " Tis barren as the hopeless flame , That scorches my ...
... head o'erlooks the swelling main , Where never shepherd fed his flock , Or careful peasant sow'd his grain ? No wholesome herb grows on the same , Or bird of day will on it rest ; " Tis barren as the hopeless flame , That scorches my ...
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... to reason call , Their senses dazzle , and their heads turn round , The sight does all their pow'rs confound , And headlong down the horrid precipice they fall : Where storms of sighs for ever blow , Where rapid 10 ANNE KILLEGREW .
... to reason call , Their senses dazzle , and their heads turn round , The sight does all their pow'rs confound , And headlong down the horrid precipice they fall : Where storms of sighs for ever blow , Where rapid 10 ANNE KILLEGREW .
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... head , lay prostrate there . Those his last fury from the mountain sent : Our dying hero from the continent . Ravish'd whole towns ; and forts from Spaniards reft , As his last legacy to BRITAIN left . The ocean , which so long our ...
... head , lay prostrate there . Those his last fury from the mountain sent : Our dying hero from the continent . Ravish'd whole towns ; and forts from Spaniards reft , As his last legacy to BRITAIN left . The ocean , which so long our ...
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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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