Poems by Cowley, Waller, Butler, Denham, Dryden, and Pomfret, 77–79. numberJohnson, 1810 - 220 pages |
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... poetry . When at school such was his deficiency in memory that his teachers could not bring it to retain the ordinary rules of grammar , and were obliged to allow him to make up this deficiency by perpetual reference . It was in this ...
... poetry . When at school such was his deficiency in memory that his teachers could not bring it to retain the ordinary rules of grammar , and were obliged to allow him to make up this deficiency by perpetual reference . It was in this ...
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... Poetry . In 1656 , Cowley ventured to re- turn into his native country , but he remained conceal- ed . He was notwithstanding this caution arrested through mistake ; yet after his examination , was put into confinement , from which he ...
... Poetry . In 1656 , Cowley ventured to re- turn into his native country , but he remained conceal- ed . He was notwithstanding this caution arrested through mistake ; yet after his examination , was put into confinement , from which he ...
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... poetry ; arts which I lov'd , for they , my friend , were thine . Ye fields of Cambridge , our dear Cambridge ! say , have you not seen us walking every day ? Was there a tree about , which did not know the love betwixt us two ...
... poetry ; arts which I lov'd , for they , my friend , were thine . Ye fields of Cambridge , our dear Cambridge ! say , have you not seen us walking every day ? Was there a tree about , which did not know the love betwixt us two ...
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... thine end , my my friend ? best servant , and nay , and , if from a deity so much deified as I , it sound not too profane and odd , oh ! my master , and my god ! for ' tis true , most mighty poet ! ( 24 Cowley . AGE . ON ANACREON .
... thine end , my my friend ? best servant , and nay , and , if from a deity so much deified as I , it sound not too profane and odd , oh ! my master , and my god ! for ' tis true , most mighty poet ! ( 24 Cowley . AGE . ON ANACREON .
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Abraham Cowley. for ' tis true , most mighty poet ! ( though I like not , men should know it ) I am in naked nature less , less by much , than in thy dress . All thy verse is softer far than the downy feathers are of my wings , or of my ...
Abraham Cowley. for ' tis true , most mighty poet ! ( though I like not , men should know it ) I am in naked nature less , less by much , than in thy dress . All thy verse is softer far than the downy feathers are of my wings , or of my ...
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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.