Cowley. Denham. Milton. Butler. Rochester. Roscommon. Otway. Waller. Pomfret. Dorset. Stepney. J. Philips. WalshSamuel Johnson A. Miller, 1800 - English poetry |
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... truth , religion , reafon , loyalty : For , though a firmly - fettled peace May fhortly make your public labours cease , The grateful nation will with joy confent That in this fenfe you should be said , ( Though yet the name founds with ...
... truth , religion , reafon , loyalty : For , though a firmly - fettled peace May fhortly make your public labours cease , The grateful nation will with joy confent That in this fenfe you should be said , ( Though yet the name founds with ...
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... truth and falfehood , good and evil , we , Without the feufes ' aid , within ourselves would fee ; For ' tis God only who can find All Nature in his mind . From words , which are but pictures of the thought ( Though we our thoughts from ...
... truth and falfehood , good and evil , we , Without the feufes ' aid , within ourselves would fee ; For ' tis God only who can find All Nature in his mind . From words , which are but pictures of the thought ( Though we our thoughts from ...
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... truth away , S Forbook by God , do ftrange wild lufts obey ; So the vain Gentiles , when they left t'adore One Deity , could not stop at thousands more : Their zeal was fenfelefs ftrait , and boundless , grown ; They worship'd many a ...
... truth away , S Forbook by God , do ftrange wild lufts obey ; So the vain Gentiles , when they left t'adore One Deity , could not stop at thousands more : Their zeal was fenfelefs ftrait , and boundless , grown ; They worship'd many a ...
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... love me if he would ; And , to fay truth , ' twere pity that the fhould : No ; to the grave thy forrows bear ; As filent as they will be there : Since that lov'd hand this mortal wound docs give , COWLEY'S 71 POEMS .
... love me if he would ; And , to fay truth , ' twere pity that the fhould : No ; to the grave thy forrows bear ; As filent as they will be there : Since that lov'd hand this mortal wound docs give , COWLEY'S 71 POEMS .
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... truth ; " " Twas only Love deftroy'd the gentle youth ! " THE MONOPOLY . W. That feed th ' eternal burnings of my heart ! HAT mines of fulphur in my breast do lie , Not Etna flames more fierce or constantly , The founding fhop of ...
... truth ; " " Twas only Love deftroy'd the gentle youth ! " THE MONOPOLY . W. That feed th ' eternal burnings of my heart ! HAT mines of fulphur in my breast do lie , Not Etna flames more fierce or constantly , The founding fhop of ...
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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 fing fire firft firſt flain flame fleep fome foon foul fpirits ftand ftars ftate ftill ftrange ftrength fuch fure fword glory hafte hand hath heart Heaven Hell himſelf honour Hudibras itſelf juft king laft laſt lefs live loft Lord mighty moft moſt Mufe muft muſt ne'er never night numbers o'er pafs paft perfon Pindar pleaſure prefent Quoth reafon reft rife Satan ſhall ſtand ſtate ſtill thee thefe themſelves theſe thine things thofe thoſe thou thought turn'd twas uſe vaft verfe Whilft whofe wife worfe
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Page 120 - THIS is the month, and this the happy morn, Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King, Of wedded maid, and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring...
Page 24 - Evil into the mind of God or man May come and go, so unapproved, and leave No spot or blame behind...
Page 128 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
Page 129 - Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom...
Page 132 - Through the dear might of him that walked the waves Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies That sing, and singing in their glory move And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Page 29 - By none ; and if not equal all, yet free, Equally free ; for orders and degrees Jar not with liberty, but well consist.
Page 130 - And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.