The works of the poets of Great Britain and Ireland. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, Volume 21804 |
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Pagina viii
... doubt whether they will be understood by molt readers ; nay , even by very many who are well enough acquainted with the common roads and ordinary tracts of poefy . They either are , or at leaft were meant to be , of that kind of ftyle ...
... doubt whether they will be understood by molt readers ; nay , even by very many who are well enough acquainted with the common roads and ordinary tracts of poefy . They either are , or at leaft were meant to be , of that kind of ftyle ...
Pagina 5
... doubt my ardent love ; For , were there any means to fee you , I Would run through death , and all the mifery Fate could inflict ; that fo the world might fay , In life and death I lov'd Conftantia . Then let not , deareft Sweet , our ...
... doubt my ardent love ; For , were there any means to fee you , I Would run through death , and all the mifery Fate could inflict ; that fo the world might fay , In life and death I lov'd Conftantia . Then let not , deareft Sweet , our ...
Pagina 6
... doubt your conftancy . Nor need you fear that I fhould yield unto Another , what to your true love is duc . My heart is yours ; it is not in my claim , " Nor have I power to take it back again . There's nought but death can part our ...
... doubt your conftancy . Nor need you fear that I fhould yield unto Another , what to your true love is duc . My heart is yours ; it is not in my claim , " Nor have I power to take it back again . There's nought but death can part our ...
Pagina 12
... time ) cur king : -stay there : Speak by degrees ; let the inquifitive ear Be held in doubt , and , ere you fay " is come , " Let every heart prepare a fpacious room For ample joys ; then lo fing , as loud 12 POEM S. COWLEY'S.
... time ) cur king : -stay there : Speak by degrees ; let the inquifitive ear Be held in doubt , and , ere you fay " is come , " Let every heart prepare a fpacious room For ample joys ; then lo fing , as loud 12 POEM S. COWLEY'S.
Pagina 21
... doubt ,. But , if a Mufe hereafter fmile on me , And fay , " Be thou a poct ! " men fhall fee That none could a more grateful scholar have ; For what I ow'd his life I'll pay his grave . ON HIS MAJESTY'S RETURN OUT OF SCOTLAND . Welcome ...
... doubt ,. But , if a Mufe hereafter fmile on me , And fay , " Be thou a poct ! " men fhall fee That none could a more grateful scholar have ; For what I ow'd his life I'll pay his grave . ON HIS MAJESTY'S RETURN OUT OF SCOTLAND . Welcome ...
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
againſt Angels beafts becauſe befides beft beſt caft call'd caufe death defign defire doft doth earth elfe ev'n eyes facred fafe faid fair falfe fame fate fatire fear feat feek feem feen fenfe fent ferve feven fhall fhine fhould fide fight fince fire firft firſt flain flame fleep fome foon foul fpirits ftand ftars ftate ftill ftrength fuch fure fword glory hafte hand hath heart Heaven Hell himſelf honour Hudibras itſelf juft king laft laſt lefs light live loft Lord mighty moft moſt Mufe muft muſt ne'er night numbers o'er paft perfon Pindar pleaſe pleaſure pow'r prefent Quoth reafon reft rife Satan ſhall ſtand ſtate ſtill thee thefe themſelves theſe thine things thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand turn'd twas uſe vaft verfe Whilft whofe wife worfe
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