The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Volume 6J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... lines do find you out A Ballad upon a Wedding ..... My dearest rival , since our love Song - Honest lover whosoever .... Upon two Sisters . To bis Rival ....... Farewell to Love . The Invocation Sir J. S .......... Sir Toby Mathews A ...
... lines do find you out A Ballad upon a Wedding ..... My dearest rival , since our love Song - Honest lover whosoever .... Upon two Sisters . To bis Rival ....... Farewell to Love . The Invocation Sir J. S .......... Sir Toby Mathews A ...
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... lines by Drayton : Thy care for that , which was not worth thy breath , Brought on too soon thy much lamented death . But Heav'n was kind , and would not let thee see The plagues that must upon this nation be , By whom the Muses have ...
... lines by Drayton : Thy care for that , which was not worth thy breath , Brought on too soon thy much lamented death . But Heav'n was kind , and would not let thee see The plagues that must upon this nation be , By whom the Muses have ...
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... lines describing the death of the tyrant may be submitted with con- fidence to the admirers of Shakspeare . Among his lesser poems , a few sparklings of invention may now and then be discovered , and his translations are in general ...
... lines describing the death of the tyrant may be submitted with con- fidence to the admirers of Shakspeare . Among his lesser poems , a few sparklings of invention may now and then be discovered , and his translations are in general ...
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... lines , and ruder verse . Yet dreame I not of raysing amongst men A lasting fame to thee by my fraile pen : But rather hope , something may liue of me , ( Perhaps this paper ) hauing mention'd thee . AN ELEGY , THOMAS NEUILL DEDICATED ...
... lines , and ruder verse . Yet dreame I not of raysing amongst men A lasting fame to thee by my fraile pen : But rather hope , something may liue of me , ( Perhaps this paper ) hauing mention'd thee . AN ELEGY , THOMAS NEUILL DEDICATED ...
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... line doth speake , And sweetly eccho out , in this rich store , All we can any way pretend , and more . Yet since we ... lines , behold The debt which 1 vnto a parent owe ; Who , though I cannot his true worth vnfold , May yet at least a ...
... line doth speake , And sweetly eccho out , in this rich store , All we can any way pretend , and more . Yet since we ... lines , behold The debt which 1 vnto a parent owe ; Who , though I cannot his true worth vnfold , May yet at least a ...
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Page 185 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Page 202 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! Heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life.
Page 498 - Her lips were red ; and one was thin, Compared to that was next her chin, Some bee had stung it newly ; But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face, I durst no more upon them gaze, Than on the sun in July.
Page 498 - Her feet beneath her Petticoat, Like little mice stole in and out, As if they fear'd the light: But oh! she dances such a way! No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
Page 498 - A ballad upon a wedding I tell thee, Dick, where I have been, Where I the rarest things have seen, Oh, things without compare! Such sights again cannot be found In any place on English ground, Be it at wake or fair.
Page 493 - 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? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee, why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do't?
Page 507 - WHEN, dearest, I but think of thee, Methinks all things that lovely be Are present, and my soul delighted : For beauties that from worth arise Are like the grace of deities, Still present with us, though unsighted.
Page 557 - One went to brag, th' other to pray ; One stands up close and treads on high, Where th' other dares not lend his eye. One nearer to God's altar trod, The other to the altar's God.
Page 199 - A tongue chain'd up without a sound ! Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed, save bats and owls ! A midnight bell, a parting groan — These are the sounds we feed upon ; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley; Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.
Page 502 - I prithee send me back my heart, Since I cannot have thine; For if from yours you will not part, Why then shouldst thou have mine? Yet now I think on't, let it lie; To find it were in vain, For th' hast a thief in either eye Would steal it back again.