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... Whilst Pride , the rugged northern bear , In others makes the cold too great . And where these are temperate known , The soil's all barren sand , or rocky stone . COWLEY . A lover , burnt up by his affection , is compared to Egypt . The ...
... Whilst Pride , the rugged northern bear , In others makes the cold too great . And where these are temperate known , The soil's all barren sand , or rocky stone . COWLEY . A lover , burnt up by his affection , is compared to Egypt . The ...
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... Whilst you live by the fleet Gregorian . CLEIVELAND . Of enormous and disgusting hyperboles , these may be examples : By every wind that comes this way , Send me at least a sigh or two , Such and so many I'll repay As shall themselves ...
... Whilst you live by the fleet Gregorian . CLEIVELAND . Of enormous and disgusting hyperboles , these may be examples : By every wind that comes this way , Send me at least a sigh or two , Such and so many I'll repay As shall themselves ...
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... whilst thou should'st but taste , devour'st it quite ! Thou bring'st us an estate , yet leav'st us poor , By clogging it with legacies before ! The joys which we entire should wed , Come deflower'd 22 LIFE OF COWLEY .
... whilst thou should'st but taste , devour'st it quite ! Thou bring'st us an estate , yet leav'st us poor , By clogging it with legacies before ! The joys which we entire should wed , Come deflower'd 22 LIFE OF COWLEY .
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... whilst we are living to enjoy it , but is a fantastical kind of reversion to our own - selves : neither ought any man to envy poets this posthumous and imaginary happiness , since they find commonly so little in present , that it may be ...
... whilst we are living to enjoy it , but is a fantastical kind of reversion to our own - selves : neither ought any man to envy poets this posthumous and imaginary happiness , since they find commonly so little in present , that it may be ...
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... Whilst thoughts ' gainst thoughts rise up in mu- tiny , She took a lute ( being far from any ears ) And tun'd this song , posing that harmony Which poets attribute to heavenly spheres . Thus had she sung when her dear love was slain ...
... Whilst thoughts ' gainst thoughts rise up in mu- tiny , She took a lute ( being far from any ears ) And tun'd this song , posing that harmony Which poets attribute to heavenly spheres . Thus had she sung when her dear love was slain ...
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Side 473 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
Side 475 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides...
Side 380 - Thus wondrous fair: thyself how wondrous then, Unspeakable! who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels: for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. Fairest of stars, last in...
Side 476 - With a sad leaden downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast. And join with thee calm Peace, and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing: And add to these retired Leisure That in trim gardens takes his pleasure: — But first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon...
Side 473 - Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths!
Side 507 - For if such holy song Enwrap our fancy long, Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold, And speckled Vanity Will sicken soon and die, And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mould, And Hell itself will pass away, And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day.
Side 380 - Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye mists and exhalations, that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky or gray, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rise...
Side 475 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold In weeds of peace high triumphs hold, 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 476 - 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. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild.
Side 473 - That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring, Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string. Hence with denial vain and coy excuse : So may some gentle Muse...