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 8
... till the Restoration . " He continued " says his biographer , " under these bonds till the general deliverance ; " it is therefore to be supposed , that he did not go to France , and act again for the king , without the consent of his ...
... till the Restoration . " He continued " says his biographer , " under these bonds till the general deliverance ; " it is therefore to be supposed , that he did not go to France , and act again for the king , without the consent of his ...
Pagina 16
... Till they to number and fixt rules were brought . Water and air he for the tenor chose , Earth made the base , the treble flame arose . COWLEY . The tears of lovers are always of great poetical account ; but Donne has ex- tended them ...
... Till they to number and fixt rules were brought . Water and air he for the tenor chose , Earth made the base , the treble flame arose . COWLEY . The tears of lovers are always of great poetical account ; but Donne has ex- tended them ...
Pagina 54
... till ta'en , Or the poor fly caught in Arachne's net , Even so I sported with her beauty's light , Till I at last grew blind with too much sight . " First it came stealing on me , whilst I thought ' Twas easy to repel it ; but as fire ...
... till ta'en , Or the poor fly caught in Arachne's net , Even so I sported with her beauty's light , Till I at last grew blind with too much sight . " First it came stealing on me , whilst I thought ' Twas easy to repel it ; but as fire ...
Pagina 55
... till with kissing she The welcome characters doth dull and stain : Then thus with ink and tears writes back again . CONSTANTIA TO Philetus . YOUR absence , sir , though it be long , yet Neither forget nor doubt your constancy . Nor need ...
... till with kissing she The welcome characters doth dull and stain : Then thus with ink and tears writes back again . CONSTANTIA TO Philetus . YOUR absence , sir , though it be long , yet Neither forget nor doubt your constancy . Nor need ...
Pagina 57
... Till Vesper chas'd away the conquer'd light , And forced them ( though loth ) to bid good- night . But ere Aurora , usher to the day , Began with welcome lustre to appear , The lovers rise , and at that cranny they Thus to each other ...
... Till Vesper chas'd away the conquer'd light , And forced them ( though loth ) to bid good- night . But ere Aurora , usher to the day , Began with welcome lustre to appear , The lovers rise , and at that cranny they Thus to each other ...
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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