Cowley. Denham. Milton. Butler. Rochester. Roscommon. Otway. Waller. Pomfret. Dorset. Stepney. J. Philips. Walsh |
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Nor is it strange he should be loth to part I. From her , whose eyes had stole away his heart . H ! what hath caus'd my killing miseries ** “ What hath detain's Philetus he was callid , sprung from a race Of noble ancestors ; but greedy ...
Nor is it strange he should be loth to part I. From her , whose eyes had stole away his heart . H ! what hath caus'd my killing miseries ** “ What hath detain's Philetus he was callid , sprung from a race Of noble ancestors ; but greedy ...
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Whose grief the pitying morning blusht The way to enter ' s broad ; but , being in , hear . No art , no labour , can an exit win . “ Dear Love ! ” said Pyramus , “ how long shall These lovers , though their parents did reprove Their ...
Whose grief the pitying morning blusht The way to enter ' s broad ; but , being in , hear . No art , no labour , can an exit win . “ Dear Love ! ” said Pyramus , “ how long shall These lovers , though their parents did reprove Their ...
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Then the herfell did “ Since she is dead , whose beauty doth exceed kill . * All that frail man can either hear or read , ” To tell what grief their parents did sullain , This spoke , he drew his fatal sword , and said , Were more than ...
Then the herfell did “ Since she is dead , whose beauty doth exceed kill . * All that frail man can either hear or read , ” To tell what grief their parents did sullain , This spoke , he drew his fatal sword , and said , Were more than ...
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... whose power Me gricf and wonder wak'd ; what should I d Created thee , War's potent God ! here grows Oh ! let me follow ... And trees with golden apples loaded down , On whose fair tops sweet Philomel alone , Unmindful of her former ...
... whose power Me gricf and wonder wak'd ; what should I d Created thee , War's potent God ! here grows Oh ! let me follow ... And trees with golden apples loaded down , On whose fair tops sweet Philomel alone , Unmindful of her former ...
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Whose head is always crown'd with victory , I would not be a School - master , though he ... than Falces dcem to be ; In peace debilitates : whose tongue can win Though he in many a place Tully's own garland , pride to him creeps in .
Whose head is always crown'd with victory , I would not be a School - master , though he ... than Falces dcem to be ; In peace debilitates : whose tongue can win Though he in many a place Tully's own garland , pride to him creeps in .
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Стр. 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...
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
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Стр. 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.