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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... Praise of the Author , and his Tragedy of Darius . A Sonnet by John Murray ...... 424 CHORUSSES IN THE TRAGEDY OF ... praise 470 470 To the immortall Memorie and Friendship of that noble CONTENTS . ix.
... Praise of the Author , and his Tragedy of Darius . A Sonnet by John Murray ...... 424 CHORUSSES IN THE TRAGEDY OF ... praise 470 470 To the immortall Memorie and Friendship of that noble CONTENTS . ix.
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... praise the clear unmatched red and white Which triumph'd in that sky of his delight , Where mortal stars , as bright as Heaven's beauties , With pure aspects did him peculiar duties . For he the night before , in Tarquin's tent , Unlock ...
... praise the clear unmatched red and white Which triumph'd in that sky of his delight , Where mortal stars , as bright as Heaven's beauties , With pure aspects did him peculiar duties . For he the night before , in Tarquin's tent , Unlock ...
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... praise . How much more praise deserv'd thy beauty's use , If thou could'st answer- " This fair child of mine Shall sum my count , and make my old excuse- Proving his beauty by succession thine . This were to be new - made when thou art ...
... praise . How much more praise deserv'd thy beauty's use , If thou could'st answer- " This fair child of mine Shall sum my count , and make my old excuse- Proving his beauty by succession thine . This were to be new - made when thou art ...
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... praise to mine own self bring ? And what is ' t but mine own , when I praise thee ? Even for this let us divided live , And our dear love lose name of single one , That by this separation I may give That due to thee , which thou deserv ...
... praise to mine own self bring ? And what is ' t but mine own , when I praise thee ? Even for this let us divided live , And our dear love lose name of single one , That by this separation I may give That due to thee , which thou deserv ...
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... praise shall still find room , Even in the eyes of all posterity That wear this world out to the ending doom . So till the judgment that yourself arise , You live in this , and dwell in lovers ' eyes . E SONNET LVI . SWEET love , renew ...
... praise shall still find room , Even in the eyes of all posterity That wear this world out to the ending doom . So till the judgment that yourself arise , You live in this , and dwell in lovers ' eyes . E SONNET LVI . SWEET love , renew ...
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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