The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper;: Shakspeare, Davies, Donne, Hall, Stirling, Jonson, Corbet, Carew, DrummondSamuel Johnson J. Johnson; J. Nichols and son; R. Baldwin; F. and C. Rivington; W. Otridge and Son; Leigh and Sotheby; R. Faulder and Son; G. Nicol and Son; T. Payne; G. Robinson; Wilkie and Robinson; C. Davies; T. Egerton; Scatcherd and Letterman; J. Walker; Vernor, Hood, and Sharpe; R. Lea; J. Nunn; Lackington, Allen, and Company; J. Stockdale; Cuthell and Martin; Clarke and Sons; J. White and Company; Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme; Cadell and Davies; J. Barker; John Richardson; J.M. Richardson; J. Carpenter; B. Crosby; E. Jeffery; J. Murray; W. Miller; J. and A. Arch; Black, Parry, and Kingsbury; J. Booker; S. Bagster; J. Harding; J. Mackinlay; J. Hatchard; R.H. Evans; Matthews and Leigh; J. Mawman; J. Booth; J. Asperne; P. and W. Wynne; and W. Grace, Deighton and Son at Cambridge; and Wilson and Son at York, 1810 |
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... Body . 69 X. In what Manner the Soul is united to the Body ...... ib . ON THE IMMORTALITY OF THE SOUL . Preface 79 XI . How the Soul exercises her Powers in the Body . 90 The Author's Dedication to Queen Elizabeth . Introduction ...
... Body . 69 X. In what Manner the Soul is united to the Body ...... ib . ON THE IMMORTALITY OF THE SOUL . Preface 79 XI . How the Soul exercises her Powers in the Body . 90 The Author's Dedication to Queen Elizabeth . Introduction ...
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... body of troops . She resided about three weeks at our poet's house , which was then possessed by his grand daughter , Mrs. Nash , and her husband . During Shakspeare's abode in this house , his pleasurable wit , and good nature , says ...
... body of troops . She resided about three weeks at our poet's house , which was then possessed by his grand daughter , Mrs. Nash , and her husband . During Shakspeare's abode in this house , his pleasurable wit , and good nature , says ...
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... body's bane would cure thee . " " Give me my hand , " saith he , " why dost thou feel it ? " [ have it ; " Give me my heart , " saith she , " and thou shalt O give it me , lest thy hard heart do steel it , And , being steel'd , soft ...
... body's bane would cure thee . " " Give me my hand , " saith he , " why dost thou feel it ? " [ have it ; " Give me my heart , " saith she , " and thou shalt O give it me , lest thy hard heart do steel it , And , being steel'd , soft ...
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... body my poor soul's pollution ? They that lose half , with greater patience bear it , Than they whose whole is swallow'd in confusion . That mother tries a merciless conclusion , Who , having two sweet babes , when death takes one ...
... body my poor soul's pollution ? They that lose half , with greater patience bear it , Than they whose whole is swallow'd in confusion . That mother tries a merciless conclusion , Who , having two sweet babes , when death takes one ...
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... body spread ; And who cannot abuse a body dead ? > By this , mild patience bid fair Lucrece speak To the poor counterfeit of her complaining : " My girl , " quoth she , " on what occasion break Those tears from thee , that down thy ...
... body spread ; And who cannot abuse a body dead ? > By this , mild patience bid fair Lucrece speak To the poor counterfeit of her complaining : " My girl , " quoth she , " on what occasion break Those tears from thee , that down thy ...
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angels Antinous bear beasts beauty BEN JONSON bloud body breath brest COUNTESS OF BEDFORD court dance dead dear death delight disdaine Donne dost doth Earth errour ev'ry eyes face fair falne false fame fear fire foes foul give glory God's grace grief grone hand hate hath haue hear heart Heaven Hell honour JOHN DONNE king kiss light live look Lord loue lov'd love's Lucrece lust mind Muse never night nought once pain pleasure poison'd poor pow'r praise prince quoth rage SATIRE SATIRE IV SATIRE VII scape scorn seem'd sense Shakspeare shalt shame sighs sight sinne sonne SONNET soul sprite straight strange Sunne sweet tears thee thence thine things thou art thou hast thought thyself tongue true truth twixt unto virtue weep Whil'st wilt wind wretched