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" Love, how thou art tired out with rhyme ! Thou art a tree whereon all poets climb ; And from thy branches every one takes some Of thy sweet fruit, which Fancy feeds upon. "
Men, Women, and Books: A Selection of Sketches, Essays, and Critical Memoirs ... - Page 138
by Leigh Hunt - 1847
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Poems by Eminent Ladies: Particularly, Mrs. Barber ... [et Al, Volume 1

George Colman - English poetry - 1755 - 336 pages
...expreft ; Here Melancholy flood in black array, And Mirth was all in colours frefh and gay. MIRTH. Mirth laughing came, and running to me, flung Her fat white arms about my neck, there hung, 200 DUTCHESSof Newcajtte. Embrac'd and kifs'd me oft, and ftroak'd my cheek, Savins, fhe would no other...
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The Companion, Volume 1

1828 - 482 pages
...and gravity. " O Love, how thou art tired out with rhyme'. Thou art a tree whereon all poets climb; And from thy branches every one takes some Of thy...Fancy feeds upon." Her Grace wrote an Allegro and Pensieroso, as well as Milton; and very good lines they contain, and to the purpose. Her Euphrosyne...
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The Companion, by L. Hunt

1828 - 454 pages
...and gravity. " O Love, how thou art tired out with rhyme ! Thou art a tree whereon all poets climb ; And from thy branches every one takes some Of thy...Fancy feeds upon." Her Grace wrote an Allegro and Pensieroso, as well as Milton ; and very good lines they contain, and to the purpose. Her Euphrosyne...
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The Companion, Issues 1-29

Leigh Hunt - English literature - 1828 - 460 pages
...an Allegro and Pensieroso, as well as Milton; and very good lines they contain, and to the purpose. Her Euphrosyne does not mince the matter. She talks like a Nell Gwynn, and looks like her too, though all within bounds. " Mirth laughing came; and running to me,...
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Sketches of English Literature from the Fourteenth to the Present Century

Clara Lucas Balfour - English literature - 1852 - 458 pages
...O, love, how thou art tired out with rhyme ! Thou art a tree whereon all poets climb ; And from the branches every one takes some Of thy sweet fruit, which Fancy feeds upon. But now thy tree is left so bare and poor, That they can hardly gather one plum more." THE FUNERAL...
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A Compendium of English Literature, Chronologically Arranged from Sir John ...

Charles Dexter Cleveland - English literature - 1854 - 796 pages
...Mirth cxprest ; Here Melancholy stood in black array, And Mirth was all in colors fresh and guy. Mirth. Mirth laughing came, and running to me, flung Her fat white arms about my neck, there him!;, Embraced and kiss'd me oft, and stroked my check, Saying, she would no other lover seek : I'll...
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A Compendium of English Literature: Chronologically Arranged, from Sir John ...

Charles Dexter Cleveland - English literature - 1856 - 800 pages
...Love, how thou art tired out with rhyme! Thou art a tree whereon all poets climb; And from thy brandies every one takes some Of thy sweet fruit, which Fancy feeds upon. But'now thy tree is left so bare and poor, That they can hardly gather one plum more. THE FUNERAL OF...
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A Compendium of English Literature: Chronologically Arranged from Sir John ...

Charles Dexter Cleveland - American literature - 1848 - 786 pages
...THE THEME OP LOVE O Love, how thou art tired out with rhyme! Thou art a tree whereon all poets climb; And from thy branches every one takes some • Of thy sweet fruit, which Fancy feeds upon. But now thy tree is left so bare and poor, That they can hardly gather one plum more. THE FUNERAL OF...
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A Compendium of English Literature: Chronologically Arranged, from Sir John ...

Charles Dexter Cleveland - English literature - 1859 - 780 pages
...THEME OP LOVE 0 Love, Low thou art tired out with rhyme ! Thou art a tree whereon all poets climb; And from thy branches every one takes some Of thy sweet fruit, which Fancy feeds upon. Hut now thy tree is left so bare and poor, That they can hardly gather ouc plum more. THE FUNERAL OF...
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New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Volume 122

1861 - 520 pages
...came ; and, running to me, flung Her fat white arm* about my neck, &c., the same critic observes, that her Grace " wrote an Allegro and Penseroso, as well...and looks like her too, though all within bounds."§ Margaret was not apt to mince matters, either in poem or play, though she />• scrupulous to attribute...
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