The Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical ...Robert Anderson Arch, 1795 - English poetry |
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... grow found By giving others their fores , I might grow Guilty , and be free : therefore I did fhow All figns of loathing ; but fince I am in , I must pay mine and my forefathers ' fin To the last farthing : therefore to my power Toughly ...
... grow found By giving others their fores , I might grow Guilty , and be free : therefore I did fhow All figns of loathing ; but fince I am in , I must pay mine and my forefathers ' fin To the last farthing : therefore to my power Toughly ...
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... grow so stale , That new great heights to try , It must serve your ambition to die , Raife heirs , and may here to the world's end live Heirs from this king to take thanks , you to give . Nature and grace do all , and nothing art . May ...
... grow so stale , That new great heights to try , It must serve your ambition to die , Raife heirs , and may here to the world's end live Heirs from this king to take thanks , you to give . Nature and grace do all , and nothing art . May ...
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... grow , and fee ) The rafters of my body , bone , Being ftill with you , the mufcle , finew , and vein , Which till this house , will come again . Till my return , repair , VI . And recompact my scatter'd body fo , As all the virtuous ...
... grow , and fee ) The rafters of my body , bone , Being ftill with you , the mufcle , finew , and vein , Which till this house , will come again . Till my return , repair , VI . And recompact my scatter'd body fo , As all the virtuous ...
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... grow To be two chaofes , when he did show Care to ought elfe ; and often absences Withdrew our fouls , and made us carcases . But I am by her death ( which word wrongs her ) Of the first nothing the elixir grown : Were I a man , that I ...
... grow To be two chaofes , when he did show Care to ought elfe ; and often absences Withdrew our fouls , and made us carcases . But I am by her death ( which word wrongs her ) Of the first nothing the elixir grown : Were I a man , that I ...
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... grow , But yet the body is the book : And if fome lover , fuch as we , Have heard this dialogue of one , Let him still mark us , he shall fee Small change when we're to bodies grown . LOVE'S DEITY . I LONG to talk with fome old lover's ...
... grow , But yet the body is the book : And if fome lover , fuch as we , Have heard this dialogue of one , Let him still mark us , he shall fee Small change when we're to bodies grown . LOVE'S DEITY . I LONG to talk with fome old lover's ...
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Page 537 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Page 536 - While we can, the sports of love. Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever; Spend not then his gifts in vain. Suns that set may rise again: But if once we lose this light, 'Tis with us perpetual night.
Page 590 - IF I freely may discover What would please me in my lover, I would have her fair and witty, Savouring more of court than city ; A little proud, but full of pity ; Light and humorous in her toying ; Oft...
Page 533 - The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, rise; I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further to make thee a room; Thou art a monument, without a tomb, And art alive still, while thy book doth live And we have wits to read and praise to give.
Page 33 - When my grave is broke up again Some second guest to entertain (For graves have learned that womanhead To be to more than one a bed), And he that digs it spies A bracelet of bright hair about the bone...
Page 543 - No, Both wills were in one stature ; And as that wisdom had decreed, The Word was now made Flesh indeed, And took on him our nature. What comfort by Him do we win, Who made Himself the price of sin, To make us heirs of Glory ! To see this babe, all innocence, A martyr born in our defence : Can man forget this...
Page 590 - Though I am young and cannot tell Either what Death or Love is well, Yet, I have heard they both bear darts, And both do aim at human hearts : And then again, I have been told, Love wounds with heat, as Death with cold ; So that I fear they do but bring Extremes to touch, and mean one thing. As in a ruin we it call One thing to be blown up or fall ; Or to our end, like way may have By...
Page 30 - To move, but doth, if th' other do. And though it in the centre sit, Yet, when the other far doth roam, It leans, and hearkens after it, And grows erect, as that comes home. Such wilt thou be to me, who must, Like th' other foot, obliquely run; Thy firmness makes my circle just, And makes me end where I begun.
Page 23 - Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run? Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide Late schoolboys and sour prentices; Go tell court-huntsmen that the king will ride, Call country ants to harvest offices; Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime, Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
Page 518 - Seven years thou wert lent to me, and I thee pay, Exacted by thy fate, on the just day. O, could I lose all father, now! For why Will man lament the state he should envy? To have so soon 'scaped world's and flesh's rage, And, if no other misery, yet age! Rest in soft peace; and, asked, say: Here doth lie Ben Jonson his best piece of poetry...