Specimens of the British Poets ...W. Suttaby, 1809 |
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... lost the perfect mould , The like to whom she could not paint . With wringing hands how she did cry ! And what she said I know it , I : I know she swore , with raging mind , Her kingdom only set apart , There was no loss by law of kind ...
... lost the perfect mould , The like to whom she could not paint . With wringing hands how she did cry ! And what she said I know it , I : I know she swore , with raging mind , Her kingdom only set apart , There was no loss by law of kind ...
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... lost and spent , To cause thy Lover's sigh and swoon ; Then shalt thou know beauty but lent , And wish and want as I have done . Now cease , my lute : this is the last Labour that thou and I shall waste , And ended is that we begun ...
... lost and spent , To cause thy Lover's sigh and swoon ; Then shalt thou know beauty but lent , And wish and want as I have done . Now cease , my lute : this is the last Labour that thou and I shall waste , And ended is that we begun ...
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... lost if that thou hitt'st her not . He that , after ten denials , Dares attempt no farther trials , Hath no warrant to acquire The dainties of his chaste desire . IN SONNET . a grove most rich of shade , ( 17 ) SIR PHILIP SYDNEY 1554 ...
... lost if that thou hitt'st her not . He that , after ten denials , Dares attempt no farther trials , Hath no warrant to acquire The dainties of his chaste desire . IN SONNET . a grove most rich of shade , ( 17 ) SIR PHILIP SYDNEY 1554 ...
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... lost A heart which many a sigh hath cost ? Is any cozen'd of a tear Which , as a pearl , Disdain doth wear ? Here stands the thief ; let her but come Hither , and lay on him her doom . Is any one undone by fire , 1 And turn'd to ashes ...
... lost A heart which many a sigh hath cost ? Is any cozen'd of a tear Which , as a pearl , Disdain doth wear ? Here stands the thief ; let her but come Hither , and lay on him her doom . Is any one undone by fire , 1 And turn'd to ashes ...
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... lost their savour ; And Phillida the fair hath lost For me her wonted favour . Thus all these careful sights So kill me in conceit , That now to hope upon delights It is but mere deceit . . And therefore , my sweet muse , That know'st ...
... lost their savour ; And Phillida the fair hath lost For me her wonted favour . Thus all these careful sights So kill me in conceit , That now to hope upon delights It is but mere deceit . . And therefore , my sweet muse , That know'st ...
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Alma beauteous beauty Blouzelind breast breath bright Castara charms Cupid dear death delight Dick doth e'er eccho ring Eclogue Emma eyes face fair fame fancy fate fear flame flowers gentle give goddess grace grief ground hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven honour Hymen king kiss light live lov'd lover Lubberkin Lucretius lute lyre maid MATTHEW PRIOR mighty mind Muse ne'er never NICHOLAS ROWE night numbers Nut-brown Maid nymph o'er Ovid pain Pallas passion pity plac'd plain pleasure poets praise pride queen rose shade shepherd shine sighs sight sing smile soft song SONNETS sorrow soul spide summer queen sung swain sweet tears tell Tereu thee thine things THOMAS PARNELL thought thrice Twas unto verse virtue ween Whilst winds wings wise woods youth
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Side 183 - Or let my lamp at midnight hour, Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft outwatch the Bear...
Side 189 - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Side 14 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Side 180 - Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step and musing gait, And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes...
Side 223 - Far in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew ; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well : Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
Side 186 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful jollity ; Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods and becks, and wreathed smiles.
Side 180 - But first, and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song, In her sweetest, saddest plight.
Side 163 - Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing, Happier than the happiest king. All the fields which thou dost see, All the plants, belong to thee ; All that summer hours produce, Fertile made with early juice; Man for thee does sow and plow; Farmer he, and landlord thou ! Thou dost innocently joy, Nor does thy luxury destroy.
Side 216 - Art she had none, yet wanted none, For Nature did that Want supply: So rich in Treasures of her Own, She might our boasted Stores defy: Such Noble Vigour did her Verse adorn, That it seem'd borrow'd, where 'twas only born.
Side 125 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?