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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... gives the trembler hopes by soft address , Advances with more sweetness in her face , And fires him with some kind peculiar grace , Sooths his fond heart , and dissipates his fear , And thaws the ice her scorns had gather'd there . But ...
... gives the trembler hopes by soft address , Advances with more sweetness in her face , And fires him with some kind peculiar grace , Sooths his fond heart , and dissipates his fear , And thaws the ice her scorns had gather'd there . But ...
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... 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 she can ne'er be mine . Because ...
... 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 she can ne'er be mine . Because ...
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... give . May generous Wycherly , all sufferings past , Enjoy a well - deserved estate , at last . Fortune , with merit , and with wit , be friends , And sure , tho ' slowly , make a large amends . Late , very late , may the great Dryden ...
... give . May generous Wycherly , all sufferings past , Enjoy a well - deserved estate , at last . Fortune , with merit , and with wit , be friends , And sure , tho ' slowly , make a large amends . Late , very late , may the great Dryden ...
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... Give us thyself , that we may see The Father , and the Son , by thee . Immortal honour , endless fame , Attend th ' Almighty Father's name : The Saviour Son be glorify'd , Who for lost man's redemption dy'd : And equal adoration be ...
... Give us thyself , that we may see The Father , and the Son , by thee . Immortal honour , endless fame , Attend th ' Almighty Father's name : The Saviour Son be glorify'd , Who for lost man's redemption dy'd : And equal adoration be ...
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... give the thunder to your frowns , Darts to your eyes , and to ourselves the wounds . Without our love , which proudly you deride , Vain were your beauty , and more vain your pride . All envy'd beings that the world can shew , Still to ...
... give the thunder to your frowns , Darts to your eyes , and to ourselves the wounds . Without our love , which proudly you deride , Vain were your beauty , and more vain your pride . All envy'd beings that the world can shew , Still 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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Страница 76 - Thrice holy fount, thrice holy fire, Our hearts with heavenly love inspire ; Come, and thy sacred unction bring To sanctify us while we sing.
Страница 355 - While Butler, needy wretch, was yet alive. No generous patron would a dinner give : See him, when starved to death, and turned to dust, Presented with a monumental bust. The poet's fate is here in emblem shown : He asked for bread, and he received a stone.
Страница 77 - Chase from our minds the infernal foe, And peace, the fruit of love, bestow; And, lest our feet should step astray, Protect and guide us in the way; Make us eternal truths receive And practise all that we believe. Give us thyself, that we may see The Father and the Son by thee. Immortal honour, endless fame, Attend the...
Страница 289 - Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall ever true remain; Let me kiss off that falling tear; We only part to meet again. Change, as ye list, ye" winds; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee. Believe not what the landmen say, Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind: They'll tell thee, sailors when away In every port a mistress find. Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so, For thou art present wheresoe'er I go.
Страница 98 - But now our fears tempestuous grow And cast our hopes away; Whilst you, regardless of our woe, Sit careless at a play: Perhaps permit some happier man To kiss your hand, or flirt your fan — With a fa, la, la, la, la.
Страница 201 - For though in dreadful whirls we hung High on the broken wave, I knew thou wert not slow to hear, Nor impotent to save.
Страница 96 - To all you ladies now at land We men at sea indite; But first would have you understand How hard it is to write: The Muses now, and Neptune too, We must implore to write to you — With a fa, la, la, la, la.
Страница 99 - In justice you cannot refuse To think of our distress, When we for hopes of honour lose Our certain happiness ; All those designs are but to prove Ourselves more worthy of your love. With a fa, &c.
Страница 112 - The crowding waves gush with impetuous rage Resistless, overwhelming ; horrors seize The mariners; Death in their eyes appears, They stare, they lave, they pump, they swear, they pray...
Страница 36 - In the artificial night Your gloomy entrails make, Have I taken, do I take! How oft when grief has made me fly, To hide me from society E'en of my dearest friends, have I, In your recesses...