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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... worth and truth ; For whether beauty , birth , or wealth , or wit , Or any of these all , or all , or more , Entitled in thy parts do crowned sit , I make my love engrafted to this store : So then I am not lame , poor , nor despis'd ...
... worth and truth ; For whether beauty , birth , or wealth , or wit , Or any of these all , or all , or more , Entitled in thy parts do crowned sit , I make my love engrafted to this store : So then I am not lame , poor , nor despis'd ...
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... worth they thinly placed are , Or captain jewels in the carcanet . So is the time that keeps you , as my chest , Or as the wardrobe which the robe doth hide , To make some special instant special - bless'd , By new unfolding his ...
... worth they thinly placed are , Or captain jewels in the carcanet . So is the time that keeps you , as my chest , Or as the wardrobe which the robe doth hide , To make some special instant special - bless'd , By new unfolding his ...
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... worth , despite his cruel hand . SONNET LXI . Is it thy will , thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night ? Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken , While shadows , like to thee , do mock my sight ? Is it thy ...
... worth , despite his cruel hand . SONNET LXI . Is it thy will , thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night ? Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken , While shadows , like to thee , do mock my sight ? Is it thy ...
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... worth the greater , being woo'd of time ; For canker vice the sweetest buds doth love , And thou present'st a pure unstained prime . Thou hast pass'd by the ambush of young days , Either not assail'd , or victor being charg'd ; Yet this ...
... worth the greater , being woo'd of time ; For canker vice the sweetest buds doth love , And thou present'st a pure unstained prime . Thou hast pass'd by the ambush of young days , Either not assail'd , or victor being charg'd ; Yet this ...
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... worth . SONNET LXXIII . THAT time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves , or none , or few , do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold , Bare ruin'd choirs , where late the sweet birds sang . In me thou seest ...
... worth . SONNET LXXIII . THAT time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves , or none , or few , do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold , Bare ruin'd choirs , where late the sweet birds sang . In me thou seest ...
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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