Cowley. Denham. Milton. Butler. Rochester. Roscommon. Otway. Waller. Pomfret. Dorset. Stepney. J. Philips. WalshSamuel Johnson A. Miller, 1800 - English poetry |
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... kifs'd the Cornish banks , and vow'd to bring His richest waves to feed th ' ensuing spring ; But murmur'd fadly , and almost deny'd All fruitful moisture to the Devon fide . Ye fons of war , by whofe bold acts we 32 POEMS . COWLEY'S.
... kifs'd the Cornish banks , and vow'd to bring His richest waves to feed th ' ensuing spring ; But murmur'd fadly , and almost deny'd All fruitful moisture to the Devon fide . Ye fons of war , by whofe bold acts we 32 POEMS . COWLEY'S.
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... fide ! Open , oh ! open wide the fountains of thine eyes , And let them call Their flock of moisture forth where'er it lies ! For this will afk it all . ' Twould all , alas ! too little be , Though thy falt tears come from a fea . Cantt ...
... fide ! Open , oh ! open wide the fountains of thine eyes , And let them call Their flock of moisture forth where'er it lies ! For this will afk it all . ' Twould all , alas ! too little be , Though thy falt tears come from a fea . Cantt ...
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... fide : In all the turns of human ftate , And all th ' unjuft attacks of Fate , She bore her share and portion still , And would not fuffer any to be ill . Unfortunate for ever let me be , If I believe that fuch was he , Whom , in the ...
... fide : In all the turns of human ftate , And all th ' unjuft attacks of Fate , She bore her share and portion still , And would not fuffer any to be ill . Unfortunate for ever let me be , If I believe that fuch was he , Whom , in the ...
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... fide of thee On th ' other fide , turn'd now to fight , does fhine The image of his fuffering humanity : The glorious image of his power divine ! Which o'er our heads in fuch proud horror ftood , So , when the wifeft poets feck ...
... fide of thee On th ' other fide , turn'd now to fight , does fhine The image of his fuffering humanity : The glorious image of his power divine ! Which o'er our heads in fuch proud horror ftood , So , when the wifeft poets feck ...
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... fide , Up to its western reach , the London tide , For ever gazes on itself below , In the beft mirror that the world can fhow . And here behold , in a long bending row , How two joint - cities make one glorious bow ! The midft , the ...
... fide , Up to its western reach , the London tide , For ever gazes on itself below , In the beft mirror that the world can fhow . And here behold , in a long bending row , How two joint - cities make one glorious bow ! The midft , the ...
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