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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With Preliminary Notices Robert Southey. 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 ...
With Preliminary Notices Robert Southey. 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 ...
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... night , Your gloomy entrails make , Have I taken , do I take ! 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 ...
... night , Your gloomy entrails make , Have I taken , do I take ! 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 ...
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... night , " Tis time we rise t ' attend the light , And e'er he shall his beams display , To plot new business for the day . * The morning curtains now are drawn , And now appears the blushing dawn ; Aurora has her roses shed , To strew ...
... night , " Tis time we rise t ' attend the light , And e'er he shall his beams display , To plot new business for the day . * The morning curtains now are drawn , And now appears the blushing dawn ; Aurora has her roses shed , To strew ...
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With Preliminary Notices Robert Southey. VII . The sable cheeks of sullen night Are streak'd with rosy streams of light , While she retires away in fear , To shade the other hemisphere . VIII . The merry lark now takes her wings , And ...
With Preliminary Notices Robert Southey. VII . The sable cheeks of sullen night Are streak'd with rosy streams of light , While she retires away in fear , To shade the other hemisphere . VIII . The merry lark now takes her wings , And ...
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... . XIV . Hob yokes his oxen to the team , The angler goes unto the stream , The woodman to the purlieus hies , And lab'ring bees to load their thighs . XV . Fair Amarillis drives her flocks , All night CHARLES COTTON . 45.
... . XIV . Hob yokes his oxen to the team , The angler goes unto the stream , The woodman to the purlieus hies , And lab'ring bees to load their thighs . XV . Fair Amarillis drives her flocks , All night CHARLES COTTON . 45.
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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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