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 - English poetry |
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... he frown , And ' gins to chide , but soon she stops his lips ; And kissing speaks , with lustful language broken , " If thou wilt chide , thy lips shall never open . " C Look , when a painter would surpass the life ,
... he frown , And ' gins to chide , but soon she stops his lips ; And kissing speaks , with lustful language broken , " If thou wilt chide , thy lips shall never open . " C Look , when a painter would surpass the life ,
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... Look how a bird lies tangled in a net , So fasten'd in her arms Adonis lies ; Pure shame and aw'd resistance made him fret , Which bred more beauty in his angry eyes : Rain added to a river that is rank , Perforce will force it overflow ...
... Look how a bird lies tangled in a net , So fasten'd in her arms Adonis lies ; Pure shame and aw'd resistance made him fret , Which bred more beauty in his angry eyes : Rain added to a river that is rank , Perforce will force it overflow ...
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... looks was then between them ! Broad breast , full eyes , small head , and nostril wide , [ strong , High crest , short ears , straight legs , and passing Thin mane , thick tail , broad buttock , tender hide : Look what a horse should ...
... looks was then between them ! Broad breast , full eyes , small head , and nostril wide , [ strong , High crest , short ears , straight legs , and passing Thin mane , thick tail , broad buttock , tender hide : Look what a horse should ...
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... look she flatly falleth down , For looks kill love , and love by looks reviveth . A smile recures the wounding of a frown , But blessed bankrupt , that by love so thriveth ! The silly boy believing she is dead , Claps her pale cheek ...
... look she flatly falleth down , For looks kill love , and love by looks reviveth . A smile recures the wounding of a frown , But blessed bankrupt , that by love so thriveth ! The silly boy believing she is dead , Claps her pale cheek ...
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... look well to her heart , The which , by Cupid's bow she doth protest , He carries thence incaged in his breast . " Sweet boy , " she says , " this night I'll waste in sor- row , For my sick heart commands mine eyes to watch . Tell me ...
... look well to her heart , The which , by Cupid's bow she doth protest , He carries thence incaged in his breast . " Sweet boy , " she says , " this night I'll waste in sor- row , For my sick heart commands mine eyes to watch . Tell me ...
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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