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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... breath . The Litany . 1 . FROM a ruler that's a curse , And a government that's worse ; From a prince that rules by awe , Whose tyrannick will's his law ; From an armed council board , And a sceptre that's 36 CHARLES COTTON .
... breath . The Litany . 1 . FROM a ruler that's a curse , And a government that's worse ; From a prince that rules by awe , Whose tyrannick will's his law ; From an armed council board , And a sceptre that's 36 CHARLES COTTON .
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... breath Unwillingly expire into his hand , That comes to fetch it by command ? From God that made thee , art thou loth to be , Possess'd of thy felicity , Because thy guide looks pale , and must Convey thy flesh to dust ? Though that to ...
... breath Unwillingly expire into his hand , That comes to fetch it by command ? From God that made thee , art thou loth to be , Possess'd of thy felicity , Because thy guide looks pale , and must Convey thy flesh to dust ? Though that to ...
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... breath . And when committed to the dust , I'd have Few tears , but friendly , dropt into my grave , Then would my exit so propitious be , All men would wish to live and die like me . VOL . 1 . H JOHN CROWNE . Nova Scotia , about 1704 ...
... breath . And when committed to the dust , I'd have Few tears , but friendly , dropt into my grave , Then would my exit so propitious be , All men would wish to live and die like me . VOL . 1 . H JOHN CROWNE . Nova Scotia , about 1704 ...
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... breath Revived each grain that in the womb of earth All winter slept ; and th ' all enlivening sun , Thro ' the bright ram had half his progress run ; When birds on every bough renew their songs , And Philomel her evening note prolongs ...
... breath Revived each grain that in the womb of earth All winter slept ; and th ' all enlivening sun , Thro ' the bright ram had half his progress run ; When birds on every bough renew their songs , And Philomel her evening note prolongs ...
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... breath and almost chok'd with mud ; Till they , of farther passage quite bereft Were in the mash with gills entangled left . Trot , who lived down the stream , ne'er thought his beer Was good , unless he had his water clear . He to ...
... breath and almost chok'd with mud ; Till they , of farther passage quite bereft Were in the mash with gills entangled left . Trot , who lived down the stream , ne'er thought his beer Was good , unless he had his water clear . He to ...
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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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