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... same au- thority - 273 To the right honourable the earl of Warwick . [ On the death of mr . Addifon . ] By Thomas Tickell , efq . From Addisons “ Works , " 1753 275 The fatal curiofity . By the fame . From Drydens * iv CONTENTS .
... same au- thority - 273 To the right honourable the earl of Warwick . [ On the death of mr . Addifon . ] By Thomas Tickell , efq . From Addisons “ Works , " 1753 275 The fatal curiofity . By the fame . From Drydens * iv CONTENTS .
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... SAME . 5 FROM ROM Tufcane came my ladies worthy race , Faire Florence was fometyme her auncient feate ; The Western yle whose pleasant shore doth face Wild Cambers clifs , did geve her lyuely heate ; Foftered she was with milke of ...
... SAME . 5 FROM ROM Tufcane came my ladies worthy race , Faire Florence was fometyme her auncient feate ; The Western yle whose pleasant shore doth face Wild Cambers clifs , did geve her lyuely heate ; Foftered she was with milke of ...
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... through heauen gan overhaile ; Which feene , the penfiue boy halfe in despight Arofe , and homeward droue his funned sheepe , Whose hanging heads did feem his careful cafe to weepe . SONNE T. BY THE SAME . ONE day I wrote 10 SPENSER .
... through heauen gan overhaile ; Which feene , the penfiue boy halfe in despight Arofe , and homeward droue his funned sheepe , Whose hanging heads did feem his careful cafe to weepe . SONNE T. BY THE SAME . ONE day I wrote 10 SPENSER .
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SONNE T. BY THE SAME . ONE day I wrote her name vpon the strand , But came the waues and washed it away : Againe , I wrote it with a second hand , But came the tyde , and made my paines his pray . Vaine man , said she , that dooft in ...
SONNE T. BY THE SAME . ONE day I wrote her name vpon the strand , But came the waues and washed it away : Againe , I wrote it with a second hand , But came the tyde , and made my paines his pray . Vaine man , said she , that dooft in ...
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... SAME , He first deceas'd ; fhe for a little tri'd To live without him : lik'd it not , and di'd . THE BAITE . BY JOHN DONNE , D. D. DEAN B 2 WOTTON . 19 Upon the death of Sir Albert Mortons wife the fame From the fame authority -
... SAME , He first deceas'd ; fhe for a little tri'd To live without him : lik'd it not , and di'd . THE BAITE . BY JOHN DONNE , D. D. DEAN B 2 WOTTON . 19 Upon the death of Sir Albert Mortons wife the fame From the fame authority -
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againſt beauteous beauty bleft Born breaſt bright cauſe charms cloſe dame defire deſpair diſtant dyed e'er eaſe Emma Emma's Ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fafely faid fair falutes fame fate fear fecret feem fhade fhall fide fighs fight filence filk fing firſt flain flame fleep flow foft fome fong foon forrow foul freſh ftill ftream fuch fudden fung fwain groves heart heav'n himſelf HOBBINOL inſpire kings laft LANQUET laſt lefs loft lov'd Lycidas maid mind moſt Mufe Muft Muſe muſt night Nut-brown Maid nymph o'er paffion pain paſs paſt pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe preſent purſue reft reſt rifing riſe roſes ſay ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhore ſhould ſhow ſkill ſky ſpread ſpring ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtill ſtrain ſweet tears thee theſe thofe thoſe thou thro Twas uſe verſe Whilft whofe whoſe winds wiſh woods youth
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الصفحة 41 - 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...
الصفحة 45 - Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas* is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer : Who would not sing for Lycidas ? He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
الصفحة 33 - 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.
الصفحة 118 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure ; Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure ; Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again ; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.
الصفحة 35 - Sometimes, with secure delight, The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade; And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday, Till the livelong daylight fail...
الصفحة 48 - The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played. It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.
الصفحة 51 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed. And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
الصفحة 40 - But, first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song...
الصفحة 33 - And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her and live with thee, In unreproved pleasures free...
الصفحة 253 - Thus artists melt the sullen ore of lead, With heaping coals of fire upon its head ; In the kind warmth the metal learns to glow, And, loose from dross, the silver runs below.