Cowley. Denham. Milton. Butler. Rochester. Roscommon. Otway. Waller. Pomfret. Dorset. Stepney. J. Philips. WalshSamuel Johnson A. Miller, 1800 |
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... eyes fo bright , Spent all her wit in ftudy , that they might Keep earth from chaos and eternal night ; But envious death destroy'd their glorious light . Expect not beauty then , fince fhe did part ; For in her nature wafted all her ...
... eyes fo bright , Spent all her wit in ftudy , that they might Keep earth from chaos and eternal night ; But envious death destroy'd their glorious light . Expect not beauty then , fince fhe did part ; For in her nature wafted all her ...
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... eyes had stole away his heart . Philetus he was call'd , sprung from a race Of noble ancestors ; but greedy Time And envious Fate had labour'd to deface The glory which in his great stock did shine : Small his eftate , unfitting her ...
... eyes had stole away his heart . Philetus he was call'd , sprung from a race Of noble ancestors ; but greedy Time And envious Fate had labour'd to deface The glory which in his great stock did shine : Small his eftate , unfitting her ...
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... eyes . " Long have I ftaid , but yet have no relief ; Long have I lov'd , yet have no favour fhown ; Because fhe knows not of my killing grief , " And I have fear'd to make my forrows known . " For why , alas ! if she should once but ...
... eyes . " Long have I ftaid , but yet have no relief ; Long have I lov'd , yet have no favour fhown ; Because fhe knows not of my killing grief , " And I have fear'd to make my forrows known . " For why , alas ! if she should once but ...
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... eyes ! And do you not coatemn that ardent flame , " Which from yourself , your own fair beauty , came ! « Trust me , I long have hid my love ; but now * Am forc'd to show ' t , fuch is my inward smart ! " And you alone , fair Saint ...
... eyes ! And do you not coatemn that ardent flame , " Which from yourself , your own fair beauty , came ! « Trust me , I long have hid my love ; but now * Am forc'd to show ' t , fuch is my inward smart ! " And you alone , fair Saint ...
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... eyes fhed tears , her heart to fighs gave birth . " Philocrates when he faw this , did cry , " Friend , I'll revenge , or bear thee com- pany ! Just Jove hath fent me to revenge his fate ; Nay , ftay , ifardo , think not Heaven in jeft ...
... eyes fhed tears , her heart to fighs gave birth . " Philocrates when he faw this , did cry , " Friend , I'll revenge , or bear thee com- pany ! Just Jove hath fent me to revenge his fate ; Nay , ftay , ifardo , think not Heaven in jeft ...
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