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... mighty tyrant she ! long , alas ! should I have been under that iron - sceptred queen , had not Rebecca set me free . When fair Rebecca set me free , ' twas then a golden time with me : but soon those pleasures fled ; for the gracious ...
... mighty tyrant she ! long , alas ! should I have been under that iron - sceptred queen , had not Rebecca set me free . When fair Rebecca set me free , ' twas then a golden time with me : but soon those pleasures fled ; for the gracious ...
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... mighty influence join'd our birth : nor did we envy the most sounding name , by friendship giv'n of old to fame . None but his brethren he , and sisters , knew , whom the kind youth preferr'd to me ; and ev'n in that we did agree ; for ...
... mighty influence join'd our birth : nor did we envy the most sounding name , by friendship giv'n of old to fame . None but his brethren he , and sisters , knew , whom the kind youth preferr'd to me ; and ev'n in that we did agree ; for ...
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... his judgment like the heav'nly moon did shew , temp'ring that mighty sea below . Oh , had he liv'd in learning's world , what bound would have been able to controul his over - powering 16 Cowley . ON THE DEATH OF W. HERVEY .
... his judgment like the heav'nly moon did shew , temp'ring that mighty sea below . Oh , had he liv'd in learning's world , what bound would have been able to controul his over - powering 16 Cowley . ON THE DEATH OF W. HERVEY .
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... mighty customs paid to thee : for joy , like wine , kept close does better taste ; if it take air before , its spirits waste . Hope ! Fortune's cheating lottery ! where for one prize an hundred blanks there be ; fond Archer ! Hope ! who ...
... mighty customs paid to thee : for joy , like wine , kept close does better taste ; if it take air before , its spirits waste . Hope ! Fortune's cheating lottery ! where for one prize an hundred blanks there be ; fond Archer ! Hope ! who ...
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... lament thine end , my best servant , and my friend ? 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 .
... lament thine end , my best servant , and my friend ? 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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Addison Anacreon beauty behold blessings blind driver blood bold brave breast bright Cæsar Cato Cato's chaos-like charms courser crown'd death dost dreadful Dryden e'er envy ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate father fear flame floods fools fortune give gods grace Granville grief groves happy hast hear heart heaven honour hope Hudibras immortal Juba king live lord Lord Halifax lov'd Lucia lyre maid Marc Marcia Marcus mighty mind mortal Muse nature ne'er never numbers Numidian nymph o'er once pain passion peace Pharsalia plain pleasure poets poison'd Portius pow'r praise pride prince rage rise Roman Roman senate Rome sacred scenes Sempronius shades shew shine skies smile soft song soul sound stream sung sweet swells Syph Syphax tears thee thine thou thoughts Timotheus trembling verse virgin train virtue weep winds youth
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Сторінка 23 - On the bare earth exposed he lies With not a friend to close his eyes. — With downcast looks the joyless victor sate Revolving in his alter'd soul The various turns of Chance below; And now and then a sigh he stole And tears began to flow.
Сторінка 22 - The praise of Bacchus then the sweet musician sung : Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young : The jolly god in triumph comes ! Sound the trumpets, beat the...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 12 - Go lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me That now she knows When I resemble her to thee How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide Thou must have uncommended died.
Сторінка 23 - 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...
Сторінка 6 - Cooper's Hill, My eye, descending from the Hill, surveys Where Thames among the wanton valleys strays ; Thames ! the most loved of all the Ocean's sons, By his old sire, to his embraces runs, Hasting to pay his tribute to the sea, Like mortal life to meet eternity. Though with those streams he no resemblance hold, Whose foam is amber and their gravel gold, His genuine and less guilty wealth t...
Сторінка 15 - Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss ; A fool might once himself alone expose ; Now one in verse makes many more in prose. Tis with our judgments as our watches, none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
Сторінка 24 - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade.
Сторінка 21 - A little learning is a dangerous thing ; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring : There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, And drinking largely sobers us again.
Сторінка 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.