Cowley. Denham. Milton. Butler. Rochester. Roscommon. Otway. Waller. Pomfret. Dorset. Stepney. J. Philips. WalshSamuel Johnson A. Miller, 1800 |
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Side 14
... now ! And chines of beef innumerable fend me , Or from the ftomach of the guard defend me . This only grant me , that my means may lie Too low for envy , for contempt too high . Some honour I would have , Not from great deeds , but good ...
... now ! And chines of beef innumerable fend me , Or from the ftomach of the guard defend me . This only grant me , that my means may lie Too low for envy , for contempt too high . Some honour I would have , Not from great deeds , but good ...
Side 18
... Happy who did remain Unborn till Charles's reign ! Where , dreaming chemicks ... now and try If thou canft call it back , or flay it there . That way it went ; but ... day doth on a winged whirlwind ride . We and our glafs run out , and muft ...
... Happy who did remain Unborn till Charles's reign ! Where , dreaming chemicks ... now and try If thou canft call it back , or flay it there . That way it went ; but ... day doth on a winged whirlwind ride . We and our glafs run out , and muft ...
Side 21
... now bore thunder too ! Sure there are actions of this height and praise Deftin'd to Charles's days ! Elcome , great Sir ! with all the joy that's What will the triumphs of his battles be , Whofe very peace itself is victory ! ! Such ...
... now bore thunder too ! Sure there are actions of this height and praise Deftin'd to Charles's days ! Elcome , great Sir ! with all the joy that's What will the triumphs of his battles be , Whofe very peace itself is victory ! ! Such ...
Side 32
Samuel Johnson. Your foaring fouls they meet with triumph , all Led by great Stephen their old general . Go , - > , now ... but grief and fcorn . Thou griev't to fee the white - nam'd palace fhine ... happy town , that to lov'd Charles's fight ...
Samuel Johnson. Your foaring fouls they meet with triumph , all Led by great Stephen their old general . Go , - > , now ... but grief and fcorn . Thou griev't to fee the white - nam'd palace fhine ... happy town , that to lov'd Charles's fight ...
Side 43
... now njoy thofe arts they woo'd fo well below ; Which now all wonders plainly ... happy book is chained here , No other place or people need to fear ; His chain's a paffport to go every where . As when a feat in heaven Is to an unmalicious ...
... now njoy thofe arts they woo'd fo well below ; Which now all wonders plainly ... happy book is chained here , No other place or people need to fear ; His chain's a paffport to go every where . As when a feat in heaven Is to an unmalicious ...
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againſt Angels beafts becauſe befides beft beſt caft call'd caufe death defign defire doft doth earth elfe ev'n eyes facred fafe faid fair falfe fame fate fatire fear feat feek feem feen fenfe fent ferve feven fhall fhine fhould fide fight fince fing fire firft firſt flain flame fleep fome foon foul fpirits ftand ftars ftate ftill ftrange ftrength fuch fure fword glory hafte hand hath heart Heaven Hell himſelf honour Hudibras itſelf juft king laft laſt lefs live loft Lord mighty moft moſt Mufe muft muſt ne'er never night numbers o'er pafs paft perfon Pindar pleaſure prefent Quoth reafon reft rife Satan ſhall ſtand ſtate ſtill thee thefe themſelves theſe thine things thofe thoſe thou thought turn'd twas uſe vaft verfe Whilft whofe wife worfe
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Side 120 - THIS is the month, and this the happy morn, Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King, Of wedded maid, and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring...
Side 24 - Evil into the mind of God or man May come and go, so unapproved, and leave No spot or blame behind...
Side 128 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
Side 129 - Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom...
Side 132 - Through the dear might of him that walked the waves Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies That sing, and singing in their glory move And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Side 29 - By none ; and if not equal all, yet free, Equally free ; for orders and degrees Jar not with liberty, but well consist.
Side 130 - And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.