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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... grow , [ ing ; My flesh is soft and plump , my marrow burning ; My smooth moist hand , were it with thy hand felt ... growing to themselves are growth's abuse : Seeds spring from seeds , and beauty breadeth beau- Thou wert begot - to get ...
... grow , [ ing ; My flesh is soft and plump , my marrow burning ; My smooth moist hand , were it with thy hand felt ... growing to themselves are growth's abuse : Seeds spring from seeds , and beauty breadeth beau- Thou wert begot - to get ...
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... grow ; And nothing ' gainst Time's scythe can make defence , Save breed , to brave him , when he takes thee hence . SONNET IX . Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye , That thou consum'st thyself in single life ? Ah ! if thou issueless ...
... grow ; And nothing ' gainst Time's scythe can make defence , Save breed , to brave him , when he takes thee hence . SONNET IX . Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye , That thou consum'st thyself in single life ? Ah ! if thou issueless ...
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... grow . SONNET LXVI . TR'D with all these , for restful death I cry , → As , to behold desert a beggar born , And needy nothing trim'd in jollity , And purest faith unhappily forsworn , And gilded honour shamefully misplac'd , And ...
... grow . SONNET LXVI . TR'D with all these , for restful death I cry , → As , to behold desert a beggar born , And needy nothing trim'd in jollity , And purest faith unhappily forsworn , And gilded honour shamefully misplac'd , And ...
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... grow . This silence for my sin you did impute , Which shall be most my glory , being dumb ; For I impair not beauty ... growing , Comes home again , on better judgment making . Thus have I had thee , as a dream doth flatter , In sleep a ...
... grow . This silence for my sin you did impute , Which shall be most my glory , being dumb ; For I impair not beauty ... growing , Comes home again , on better judgment making . Thus have I had thee , as a dream doth flatter , In sleep a ...
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... grow , If thy sweet virtue answer not thy show ! SONNET XCIV . THEY that have power to hurt and will do none , That do not do the thing they most do show , Who , moving others , are themselves as stone , Unmoved , cold , and to ...
... grow , If thy sweet virtue answer not thy show ! SONNET XCIV . THEY that have power to hurt and will do none , That do not do the thing they most do show , Who , moving others , are themselves as stone , Unmoved , cold , and to ...
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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