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... fire to hide , Yet both the flame and smoke Breaks out on every side . Ye cannot love so guide That it no issue win ; Abroad needs must it glide That burns so hot within . ANONYMOUS . A Man may live thrice Nestor's life , ( 5 ) SIR ...
... fire to hide , Yet both the flame and smoke Breaks out on every side . Ye cannot love so guide That it no issue win ; Abroad needs must it glide That burns so hot within . ANONYMOUS . A Man may live thrice Nestor's life , ( 5 ) SIR ...
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... fire ; A little bread shall do me stead , Much bread I nought desire . No frost , no snow , no wind , I trow , Can hurt me if I wold , I am so wrapp'd , and thoroughly lapp'd , Of jolly good ale and old . Back and side , & c . And Tib ...
... fire ; A little bread shall do me stead , Much bread I nought desire . No frost , no snow , no wind , I trow , Can hurt me if I wold , I am so wrapp'd , and thoroughly lapp'd , Of jolly good ale and old . Back and side , & c . And Tib ...
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... fire . Yet all so fair but speak my moan , Syth nought doth say the heart of stone . Why thus my love so kind bespeak Sweet eye , sweet lip , sweet blushing cheek , Yet not a heart to save my pain ? O Venus ! take thy gifts again . Make ...
... fire . Yet all so fair but speak my moan , Syth nought doth say the heart of stone . Why thus my love so kind bespeak Sweet eye , sweet lip , sweet blushing cheek , Yet not a heart to save my pain ? O Venus ! take thy gifts again . Make ...
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... fire . Well , well my friends ! when beggars grow thus bold , No marvel , then , though charity grow cold ! DE EAR ! why should you command me to my rest , When now the Night doth summon all to sleep ? Methinks , this time becometh ...
... fire . Well , well my friends ! when beggars grow thus bold , No marvel , then , though charity grow cold ! DE EAR ! why should you command me to my rest , When now the Night doth summon all to sleep ? Methinks , this time becometh ...
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... fire , 1 And turn'd to ashes through desire ? Did ever any lady weep , Being cheated of her golden sleep , Stol'n by sick thoughts ? the pirate's found , And in her tears he shall be drown'd . Read his indictment : let him hear What ...
... fire , 1 And turn'd to ashes through desire ? Did ever any lady weep , Being cheated of her golden sleep , Stol'n by sick thoughts ? the pirate's found , And in her tears he shall be drown'd . Read his indictment : let him hear What ...
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Alma beauteous beauty Blouzelind breast breath bright Castara charms Cupid dear death delight Dick doth e'er eccho ring Eclogue Emma eyes face fair fame fancy fate fear flame flowers gentle give goddess grace grief ground hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven honour Hymen king kiss light live lov'd lover Lubberkin Lucretius lute lyre maid MATTHEW PRIOR mighty mind Muse ne'er never NICHOLAS ROWE night numbers Nut-brown Maid nymph o'er Ovid pain Pallas passion pity plac'd plain pleasure poets praise pride queen rose shade shepherd shine sighs sight sing smile soft song SONNETS sorrow soul spide summer queen sung swain sweet tears tell Tereu thee thine things THOMAS PARNELL thought thrice Twas unto verse virtue ween Whilst winds wings wise woods youth
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Сторінка 183 - Or let my lamp at midnight hour, Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft outwatch the Bear...
Сторінка 189 - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Сторінка 14 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Сторінка 180 - Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step and musing gait, And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes...
Сторінка 223 - Far in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew ; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well : Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
Сторінка 186 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful jollity ; Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods and becks, and wreathed smiles.
Сторінка 180 - But first, and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song, In her sweetest, saddest plight.
Сторінка 163 - Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing, Happier than the happiest king. All the fields which thou dost see, All the plants, belong to thee ; All that summer hours produce, Fertile made with early juice; Man for thee does sow and plow; Farmer he, and landlord thou ! Thou dost innocently joy, Nor does thy luxury destroy.
Сторінка 216 - Art she had none, yet wanted none, For Nature did that Want supply: So rich in Treasures of her Own, She might our boasted Stores defy: Such Noble Vigour did her Verse adorn, That it seem'd borrow'd, where 'twas only born.
Сторінка 125 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?