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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... fear you not 148 To Ben Jonson . Nov. 9 , 1603 To Sir Thomas Rowe , 1603 ib . ib . XIV . His Parting from her ..... ib . XV . Julia ........ ... 149 FUNERAL ELEGIES . XVI . A Tale of a Citizen and his Wife ...... ib . XVII . The ...
... fear you not 148 To Ben Jonson . Nov. 9 , 1603 To Sir Thomas Rowe , 1603 ib . ib . XIV . His Parting from her ..... ib . XV . Julia ........ ... 149 FUNERAL ELEGIES . XVI . A Tale of a Citizen and his Wife ...... ib . XVII . The ...
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... fear it yield me still so bad a harvest . I leave it to your honourable survey , and your honour to your heart's content ; which I wish may always answer your own wish , and the world's hopeful expectation . Your honour's in all duty ...
... fear it yield me still so bad a harvest . I leave it to your honourable survey , and your honour to your heart's content ; which I wish may always answer your own wish , and the world's hopeful expectation . Your honour's in all duty ...
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... fear , Jealous of catching , swiftly doth forsake him , With her the horse , and left Adonis there : As they were mad , unto the wood they hie them , Out - stripping crows that strive to over - fly them . All swoln with chasing , down ...
... fear , Jealous of catching , swiftly doth forsake him , With her the horse , and left Adonis there : As they were mad , unto the wood they hie them , Out - stripping crows that strive to over - fly them . All swoln with chasing , down ...
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... fear'd thy fortune , and my joints did tremble . " Did'st thou not mark my face ? was it not white ? Saw'st thou not signs of fear lurk in mine eye ? Grew I not faint ? And fell I not downright ? Within my bosom , whereon thon dost lie ...
... fear'd thy fortune , and my joints did tremble . " Did'st thou not mark my face ? was it not white ? Saw'st thou not signs of fear lurk in mine eye ? Grew I not faint ? And fell I not downright ? Within my bosom , whereon thon dost lie ...
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... fear : " And more than so , presenteth to mine eye The picture of an angry - chafing boar , Under whose sharp fangs on his back doth lie An image like thyself , all stain'd with gore ; Whose blood upon the fresh flowers being shed ...
... fear : " And more than so , presenteth to mine eye The picture of an angry - chafing boar , Under whose sharp fangs on his back doth lie An image like thyself , all stain'd with gore ; Whose blood upon the fresh flowers being shed ...
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