The Art of English Poetry Containing: Rules for making verses. A collection of the most natural, agreeable and sublime thoughts (!) ... that are to be found in the best English poets. A dictionary of rhymes. I.. II.. III. |
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... she's for she is : The Air's for the Air is , & c . To ( Sign of the Infinitive Mood ) may lose its O before any Verb that begins by a Vowel ; as T'amaze , Tundo , & c . To ( Sign of the Dative Cafe ) may likewise lose its O before ...
... she's for she is : The Air's for the Air is , & c . To ( Sign of the Infinitive Mood ) may lose its O before any Verb that begins by a Vowel ; as T'amaze , Tundo , & c . To ( Sign of the Dative Cafe ) may likewise lose its O before ...
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... she knows , When I resemble her to thee , 1 How Sweet and fair she seems to be . Wall . In the following Example the two first Verses rhyme , and the three last . ' Tis well , ' tis well with them , said I , Whose short - liv'd Paffions ...
... she knows , When I resemble her to thee , 1 How Sweet and fair she seems to be . Wall . In the following Example the two first Verses rhyme , and the three last . ' Tis well , ' tis well with them , said I , Whose short - liv'd Paffions ...
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... She cannot love me if she would , And , to say Truth , ' twere Pity that she should . No , to the Grave thy Sorrows bear , As filent as they will be there ; Since that lov'd Hand this mortal Wound does give , So handfomly the thing ...
... She cannot love me if she would , And , to say Truth , ' twere Pity that she should . No , to the Grave thy Sorrows bear , As filent as they will be there ; Since that lov'd Hand this mortal Wound does give , So handfomly the thing ...
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... she bears ; Her curling Snakes with Hissings fill the Place , And open all the Furies of her Face . Her Chains she rattles , and her Whips she shakes , Churning her bloody Foam . AMAZON . So march'd the Thracian Amazons of old When ...
... she bears ; Her curling Snakes with Hissings fill the Place , And open all the Furies of her Face . Her Chains she rattles , and her Whips she shakes , Churning her bloody Foam . AMAZON . So march'd the Thracian Amazons of old When ...
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... poyfon'd Shirt fate closest , Had but an Ague - Fit to this my Feaver . Dryd . Oedip . Mad with her Anguish , impotent to bear The mighty Grief , the loaths the vital Air ; She She raves against the Gods , she beats her Breast ( 10 )
... poyfon'd Shirt fate closest , Had but an Ague - Fit to this my Feaver . Dryd . Oedip . Mad with her Anguish , impotent to bear The mighty Grief , the loaths the vital Air ; She She raves against the Gods , she beats her Breast ( 10 )
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Accent Arms becauſe beſt Blac Blood Boſom Breast Breath caſt Cauſe Cleom cloſe Clouds Courſe Cowl Death Defire deſcends Deſpair Don Seb Dryd e'er Earth eaſy ev'n ev'ry Eyes Fair Pen falſe Fame Fate Fear felf fieze filent Fire firſt flain Flames Flow'rs Fools Gods Ground Guife Haſte Head Heart Heav'n juſt laſt leſs Light loſe Love Milt moſt Muſick muſt Night Noiſe Numbers o'er Oedip Orph Ovid paſs pleaſe Pleaſure Pow'r Preſent Rage raiſe Reaſon reſt Rhyme riſe roſe roul ſame ſave ſay ſcarce ſecure ſee ſeem ſeen ſelf Senſe ſet ſeveral Shak ſhakes ſhall ſhe ſhew ſhine ſhort ſhould Skies ſmall ſmile ſoft ſome Soul ſpeak ſpread ſtand ſtill ſtood ſtrong ſuch ſweet ſwell Syllables Tears thee theſe thoſe thou thro uſe vaſt Verbs Verſes Virg waſte whoſe Winds Wings Words
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