Poems by Cowley, Waller, Butler, Denham, Dryden, and Pomfret, 77–79. numberJohnson, 1810 - 220 pages |
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... brevity ; this is , this is the only way to outlive Nestor in a day . THE CHRONICLE . A BALLAD . Margarita first possess'd , if I remember well , my breast , Margarita first of all ; but when a while the wanton maid with my restless.
... brevity ; this is , this is the only way to outlive Nestor in a day . THE CHRONICLE . A BALLAD . Margarita first possess'd , if I remember well , my breast , Margarita first of all ; but when a while the wanton maid with my restless.
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... breast . Bless me from such an anarchy ! Gentle Henrietta then , and a third Mary , next began ; then Joan , and Jane , and Audria ; and then a pretty Thomasine , and then another Catharine , and then a long et c¿tera . But should I now ...
... breast . Bless me from such an anarchy ! Gentle Henrietta then , and a third Mary , next began ; then Joan , and Jane , and Audria ; and then a pretty Thomasine , and then another Catharine , and then a long et c¿tera . But should I now ...
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... . " Immodicis brevis est ¿tas , et rara senectus . " Mart . It was a dismal , and a fearful night , scarce could the morn drive on th ' unwilling light , when sleep , death's image , left my troubled breast HYMN TO LIGHT . 13.
... . " Immodicis brevis est ¿tas , et rara senectus . " Mart . It was a dismal , and a fearful night , scarce could the morn drive on th ' unwilling light , when sleep , death's image , left my troubled breast HYMN TO LIGHT . 13.
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Abraham Cowley. when sleep , death's image , left my troubled breast , by something , liker death , possess'd : my eyes with tears did uncommanded flow , and on my soul hung the dull weight of some intolerable fate . What bell was that ...
Abraham Cowley. when sleep , death's image , left my troubled breast , by something , liker death , possess'd : my eyes with tears did uncommanded flow , and on my soul hung the dull weight of some intolerable fate . What bell was that ...
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... breast :) let hoary Faith around thy urn , and all the watchful Muses , mourn . For ever sacred be this room ; may no rude hand disturb thy tomb , or sacrilegious rage and lust affront thy venerable dust . Sweet Cowley's dust let none ...
... breast :) let hoary Faith around thy urn , and all the watchful Muses , mourn . For ever sacred be this room ; may no rude hand disturb thy tomb , or sacrilegious rage and lust affront thy venerable dust . Sweet Cowley's dust let none ...
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Page 24 - Twas but a kindred sound to move, For pity melts the mind to love. Softly sweet in Lydian measures, Soon he soothed his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble ; Honour but an empty bubble...
Page 20 - Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly, and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell?
Page 82 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Page 22 - The praise of Bacchus then the sweet musician sung : Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young : The jolly god in triumph comes...
Page 19 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony This universal frame began ; When Nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high, Arise, ye more than dead.
Page 21 - And value books, as women men, for dress: Their praise is still, — the style is excellent; The sense, they humbly take upon content. Words are like leaves; and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found...
Page 21 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Page 19 - Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Page 7 - A watchtower once ; but now, so fate ordains. Of all the pile an empty name remains. From its...
Page 4 - CREATOR spirit, by whose aid The world's foundations first were laid, Come visit every pious mind ; Come pour thy joys on human kind ; From sin and sorrow set us free, And make thy temples worthy thee.