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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... course of our researches after contemporary fashions . Let it be remembered too , that we receive this tale on no higher authority than that of Cibber's Lives of the Poets , vol . i . p . 130. Sir William Davenant told it to Mr. Better ...
... course of our researches after contemporary fashions . Let it be remembered too , that we receive this tale on no higher authority than that of Cibber's Lives of the Poets , vol . i . p . 130. Sir William Davenant told it to Mr. Better ...
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... course opens them again . O how her eyes and tears did lend and borrow ! Her eyes seen in her tears , tears in her eye ; Both crystals where they view'd each other's sorrow , Sorrow , that friendly sighs sought still to dry ; But like a ...
... course opens them again . O how her eyes and tears did lend and borrow ! Her eyes seen in her tears , tears in her eye ; Both crystals where they view'd each other's sorrow , Sorrow , that friendly sighs sought still to dry ; But like a ...
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... course control , Or stop the headlong fury of his speed . I know repentant tears ensue the deed , Reproach , disdain , and deadly enmity ; Yet strive I to embrace mine infamy . " This said , he shakes aloft his Roman blade , Which like ...
... course control , Or stop the headlong fury of his speed . I know repentant tears ensue the deed , Reproach , disdain , and deadly enmity ; Yet strive I to embrace mine infamy . " This said , he shakes aloft his Roman blade , Which like ...
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... course , untrimm'd ; But thy eternal summer shall not fade , Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest ; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade , When in eternal lines to time thou growest : So long as men can breathe , or ...
... course , untrimm'd ; But thy eternal summer shall not fade , Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest ; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade , When in eternal lines to time thou growest : So long as men can breathe , or ...
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... course of altering things ; Alas ! why , fearing of time's tyranny , Might I not then say , now I love you best , When I was certain o'er incertainty , Crowning the present , doubting of the rest ? Love is a babe ; then might I not say ...
... course of altering things ; Alas ! why , fearing of time's tyranny , Might I not then say , now I love you best , When I was certain o'er incertainty , Crowning the present , doubting of the rest ? Love is a babe ; then might I not say ...
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