The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Volume 4Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1819 - English poetry |
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... corrupt the root of all mankind ; For when God's hand had written in the hearts Of the first parents all the rules of good , So that their skill infus'd , did pass all arts That ever were before or since the flood ; And when their ...
... corrupt the root of all mankind ; For when God's hand had written in the hearts Of the first parents all the rules of good , So that their skill infus'd , did pass all arts That ever were before or since the flood ; And when their ...
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... corrupt , and so defac❜d , As her own image doth herself affright . As is the fable of the lady fair , Which for her lust was turn'd into a cow , When thirsty to a stream she did repair , And saw herself transform'd she wist not how ...
... corrupt , and so defac❜d , As her own image doth herself affright . As is the fable of the lady fair , Which for her lust was turn'd into a cow , When thirsty to a stream she did repair , And saw herself transform'd she wist not how ...
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... corruption did begin . For if God make her first , he makes her ill , ( Which God forbid our thoughts should yield Or makes the body her fair form to spill , Which , of itself , it had not pow'r to do . Not Adam's body , but his soul ...
... corruption did begin . For if God make her first , he makes her ill , ( Which God forbid our thoughts should yield Or makes the body her fair form to spill , Which , of itself , it had not pow'r to do . Not Adam's body , but his soul ...
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... corruption bear ; How shall we then the soul immortal prove ? If , lastly , souls do generation use , Then should they spread incorruptible seed : What then becomes of that which they do lose , When th ' act of generation do not speed ...
... corruption bear ; How shall we then the soul immortal prove ? If , lastly , souls do generation use , Then should they spread incorruptible seed : What then becomes of that which they do lose , When th ' act of generation do not speed ...
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... no way to the soul corruption bring : Yet is not God the author of her ill , Though author of her being , and being there : And if we dare to judge our Maker's will , THE IMMORTALITY OF THE SOUL . 47 Reasons from Divinity,
... no way to the soul corruption bring : Yet is not God the author of her ill , Though author of her being , and being there : And if we dare to judge our Maker's will , THE IMMORTALITY OF THE SOUL . 47 Reasons from Divinity,
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The Works of the British Poets, with Lives of the Authors, Volume 29 Robert Walsh, Jr.,Ezekiel Sanford No preview available - 2016 |
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Page 23 - both in wit and will. I know my soul hath power to know all things, Yet is she blind and ignorant in all: I know I'm one of Nature's little kings, Yet to the least and vilest things am thrall. I know my life's a pain, and but a span, I know my sense is
Page 332 - Marie's dayes On many a grassy playne; But since of late, Elizabeth, And later, James came in, They never daunc'd on any heath As when the time hath bin. By which we note the Faries Were of the old profession; Theyre songs were Ave Maryes;
Page 110 - BREAK OF DAY. STAY, O sweet, and do not rise, The light, that shines, comes from thine eyes ; The day breaks not, it is my heart, Because that you and I must part. Stay, or else my joys will die, And perish in their infancy. 'Tis true, 'tis day; what though it be
Page 328 - OLD. WHAT I shall leave thee none can tell, But all shall say I wish thee well; I wish thee, Vin, before all wealth, Both bodily and ghostly health : Nor too much wealth, nor wit, come to thee, So much of either may undo thee. 1 wish thee learning, not for show, Enough for to instruct, and know,
Page 118 - see; If they be blind, then. Love, I give them thee ; My tongue to Fame ; t' ambassadors mine ears; To women, or the sea, my tears; Thou, Love, hast taught me heretofore, By making me love her who 'd twenty more, That I should give to none, but
Page 109 - do. Oh stay, three lives in one flea spare, Where we almost, nay more than marry'd are. This flea is you and I, and this O.ur marriage bed and marriage temple is ; Though parents grudge, and you, w
Page 141 - into smart, and as blunt iron ground Into an edge, hurts worse : so I, fool found, Crossing hurt me. To fit my sullenness,'. He to another key his style doth dress: And asks, what news; I tell him of new plays, He takes my hand, and as a still
Page 109 - this flea guilty be, Yet thou triumph'st, and say'st that thou Find'st not thyself nor me the weaker now ; 'Tis true ; then learn how false fears be : Just so much honour, when thou yield'st to me, Will waste, as this flea's death took life from thee
Page 137 - an image, or protest, May all be bad. Doubt wisely, in strange way To stand inquiring right, is not to stray ; To sleep or run wrong, is. On a huge hill, Oragged and steep, Truth stands,
Page 120 - Cave to thy growth, thee to this height to raise, And now dost laugh and triumph on this bough, Little think'st thou That it will freeze anon, and that I shall To-morrow find thee fall'n, or not at all. Little think'st thou (poor heart,