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Or if it have , let my word work on me , Let not thy wit beweep And a just office on a murd'rer do : Words ... So did I reverence , and gave Yet call nor this long life ; but think that I Worship , as Atheists at their dying hour Am ...
Or if it have , let my word work on me , Let not thy wit beweep And a just office on a murd'rer do : Words ... So did I reverence , and gave Yet call nor this long life ; but think that I Worship , as Atheists at their dying hour Am ...
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Through all the isle , and every part extent , Declining Phæbus , as he larger grows , To give jutt form to ev'ry ... all his flock he round might feeding Whose looser ends are glew'd with brother earth ( e ) s view ) Of nature like ...
Through all the isle , and every part extent , Declining Phæbus , as he larger grows , To give jutt form to ev'ry ... all his flock he round might feeding Whose looser ends are glew'd with brother earth ( e ) s view ) Of nature like ...
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( Yet each with other , friendly ever went ) Give to this Ie his fruitfulness and being ; Deep in a vale doth that ... Doth lose his former name and qualities : Which like a sea , girts th ' ifle in ev'ry part ; Through many a dale it ...
( Yet each with other , friendly ever went ) Give to this Ie his fruitfulness and being ; Deep in a vale doth that ... Doth lose his former name and qualities : Which like a sea , girts th ' ifle in ev'ry part ; Through many a dale it ...
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... must enjoy a part . For fillieft ignorance on these may light , For though the poet's matter nature be , Which , when it sounds at belt , but echoes right ; His art doth give the fashion . And that he Or blind affection , which doth ...
... must enjoy a part . For fillieft ignorance on these may light , For though the poet's matter nature be , Which , when it sounds at belt , but echoes right ; His art doth give the fashion . And that he Or blind affection , which doth ...
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Are vows so cheap with women ? or the matter And ought not be profan'd on either part , Whercof they are made , that they are writ in For , though ' uis gue by chance , ' tis kept by art , water , And blown away with wind ? or doth ...
Are vows so cheap with women ? or the matter And ought not be profan'd on either part , Whercof they are made , that they are writ in For , though ' uis gue by chance , ' tis kept by art , water , And blown away with wind ? or doth ...
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Page 539 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
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| Pealkiri | The Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical ... 4. köide of The Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Robert Anderson |
| Editor | Robert Anderson |
| Publisher | Arch, 1795 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 4 okt. 2006 |
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