The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper;: Cowley, Denham, MiltonAlexander Chalmers, Samuel Johnson J. Johnson; J. Nichols and son; R. Baldwin; F. and C. Rivington; W. Otridge and Son; Leigh and Sotheby; R. Faulder and Son; G. Nicol and Son; T. Payne; G. Robinson; Wilkie and Robinson; C. Davies; T. Egerton; Scatcherd and Letterman; J. Walker; Vernor, Hood, and Sharpe; R. Lea; J. Nunn; Lackington, Allen, and Company; J. Stockdale; Cuthell and Martin; Clarke and Sons; J. White and Company; Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme; Cadell and Davies; J. Barker; John Richardson; J.M. Richardson; J. Carpenter; B. Crosby; E. Jeffery; J. Murray; W. Miller; J. and A. Arch; Black, Parry, and Kingsbury; J. Booker; S. Bagster; J. Harding; J. Mackinlay; J. Hatchard; R.H. Evans; Matthews and Leigh; J. Mawman; J. Booth; J. Asperne; P. and W. Wynne; and W. Grace, Deighton and Son at Cambridge; and Wilson and Son at York, 1810 |
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Pagina 14
... rage . In the following verses we have an allusion to a rabbinical opinion concerning manna . Variety I ask not : give me one To live perpetually upon . The person , Love does to us fit , Like manna , has the taste of all in it . Thus ...
... rage . In the following verses we have an allusion to a rabbinical opinion concerning manna . Variety I ask not : give me one To live perpetually upon . The person , Love does to us fit , Like manna , has the taste of all in it . Thus ...
Pagina 21
... rage Of sicknesses , or their true mother , age . But think that death hath now enfranchis'd thee ; Thou hast thy expansion now , and liberty ; Think , that a rusty piece discharg'd is flown In pieces , and the bullet is his own , And ...
... rage Of sicknesses , or their true mother , age . But think that death hath now enfranchis'd thee ; Thou hast thy expansion now , and liberty ; Think , that a rusty piece discharg'd is flown In pieces , and the bullet is his own , And ...
Pagina 28
... rage begin― -Tis an unruly and a hard - mouth'd horse- " Twill no unskilful touch endure , But flings writer and reader too that sits not sure . The fault of Cowley , and perhaps of all the writers of the metaphysical race , is that of ...
... rage begin― -Tis an unruly and a hard - mouth'd horse- " Twill no unskilful touch endure , But flings writer and reader too that sits not sure . The fault of Cowley , and perhaps of all the writers of the metaphysical race , is that of ...
Pagina 55
... rage , he comes behind Philetus , who such fortune did not fear , And with his sword a way to's heart does find . But , ere his spirits were possest of death , In these few words he spent his latest breath : Of odoriferous breath ; no ...
... rage , he comes behind Philetus , who such fortune did not fear , And with his sword a way to's heart does find . But , ere his spirits were possest of death , In these few words he spent his latest breath : Of odoriferous breath ; no ...
Pagina 60
... rage possest , To rouse our English lion from his rest ? When a new sonne doth his blest stock adorn , Then to great Charles is a new armie born . In private births hopes challenge the first place : There's certaintie at first in the ...
... rage possest , To rouse our English lion from his rest ? When a new sonne doth his blest stock adorn , Then to great Charles is a new armie born . In private births hopes challenge the first place : There's certaintie at first in the ...
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Adam angels arms art thou beasts beauty behold blest blood bold bright call'd Chromius clouds Comus Cowley Dæmon Dagon dark death delight divine dost doth dreadful Earth eternal ev'n eyes fair fame fate fear fire flame friends gentle glory gods hand happy hast hath heart Heaven Hell honour hope Israel king labour less light live lord lost Lucifer LUDLOW CASTLE Ludlow town Lycidas lyre mighty Milton mind Moab Muse Nature ne'er never night noble numbers nymph o'er Paradise Paradise Lost Paradise Regained peace Pindar poem poets praise prince rage Rome sacred Satan seem'd serpent sight soul spirits stars stood sweet terrour thee thence thine things thou thought throne thyself tree twas Twill verse vex'd virtue Whilst wings wise wonder wound youth