The purple island, or The isle of man. [In verse] To which is added, Christ's victory and triumph, a poem by G. Fletcher1783 |
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الصفحة 23
... swelling waters , fatter For want of heat congeal'd , and thicker growing , The native colour of the skin is white , but changed into the fame colour which is brought by the humour predominant . Where melancholy abounds , it is fwarthy ...
... swelling waters , fatter For want of heat congeal'd , and thicker growing , The native colour of the skin is white , but changed into the fame colour which is brought by the humour predominant . Where melancholy abounds , it is fwarthy ...
الصفحة 73
... - swain , Whofe little boat in fome small river ftrays ; Yet fondly launches in the swelling main , Soon , yet too late , repents his foolish plays : How dare I then my well - fet bounds forfake L How THE PURPLE ISLAND . 73.
... - swain , Whofe little boat in fome small river ftrays ; Yet fondly launches in the swelling main , Soon , yet too late , repents his foolish plays : How dare I then my well - fet bounds forfake L How THE PURPLE ISLAND . 73.
الصفحة 93
... , That all the east once grafp'd in lordly paw ? Where that great Perfian bear , whose swelling pride The lion's felf tore out with rav'nous jaw ? * i . e . Places , Or he which ' twixt a lion , and a Or THE PURPLE ISLAND . 93.
... , That all the east once grafp'd in lordly paw ? Where that great Perfian bear , whose swelling pride The lion's felf tore out with rav'nous jaw ? * i . e . Places , Or he which ' twixt a lion , and a Or THE PURPLE ISLAND . 93.
الصفحة 121
... swelling ocean ever starts ; While death and life a wall of thin planks only parts . XXVIII . Who was it first , that from thy deepest cell , With fo much coftly toil and painful sweat , Durst rob thy palace bord'ring next to hell ? For ...
... swelling ocean ever starts ; While death and life a wall of thin planks only parts . XXVIII . Who was it first , that from thy deepest cell , With fo much coftly toil and painful sweat , Durst rob thy palace bord'ring next to hell ? For ...
الصفحة 136
... swelling tears , which , e'en in ebbing flow , Furrow her cheeks , the finful puddles draining : Much feem'd she in her penfive thought molefted , And much the mocking world her foul infested ; More she the hateful world , but most ...
... swelling tears , which , e'en in ebbing flow , Furrow her cheeks , the finful puddles draining : Much feem'd she in her penfive thought molefted , And much the mocking world her foul infested ; More she the hateful world , but most ...
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againſt arms bafe baſe beſt bleffed blood breaſt bright caft CANTO chyle cloſe cou'd death defire diffluence doth earth endleſs ev'ry eyes fafe faft fair fear fecond feem feem'd felf fenfe fhall fhepherds fhield fhine fhou'd fide fight filver fing fire firft firſt flain flaming flave fleep flow'rs fome fong foon foul fpirits fpring fram'd freſh ftands ftars ftill ftreams ftrength ftrong fuch fure fweet fwelling GILES FLETCHER glorious golden greateſt grief hath heart heav'n heav'nly hell Hepar herſelf higheſt himſelf ISLE itſelf laft lefs light moft moſt mufe muſe muſt never night paffage Pentarchy PHINEAS FLETCHER pleaſe pow'r praiſe reft reſt rife riſe ſeem ſhall ſhe ſmall ſome ſpends ſpent ſpite ſpread ſtands ſtars ſtate ſtill ſuch ſweet thee thefe themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro tunicle unto uſe whofe Whoſe wou'd
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الصفحة 135 - He is a path, if any be misled ; He is a robe, if any naked be ; If any chance to hunger, he is bread ; If any be a bondman, he is free ; If any be but weak, how strong is he ! To dead men life he is, to sick men health, To blind men sight, and to the needy wealth, A pleasure without loss, a treasure without stealth.
الصفحة 136 - Heaven could shake; See how small room my infant Lord doth take, Whom all the world is not enough to hold! Who of His years, or of His age hath told? Never such age so young, never a child so old...
الصفحة 149 - And them in willing bondage fettered ; Once men they liv'd, but now the men were dead, And turn'd to beasts, — so fabled Homer old, That Circe, with her potion, charm'd in gold, Us'd manly souls in beastly bodies to immould.
الصفحة 37 - Fond man, that looks on Earth for happiness, And here long seeks what here is never found ! For all our good we hold from...
الصفحة 184 - His love, high God all heav'n as captive leads, And all the banners of his grace dispreads, And in those...
الصفحة 38 - Hardly the place of such antiquity, Or note of these great monarchies we find : Only a fading verbal memory, And empty name in writ is left behind : But when this second life and glory fades, And sinks at length in time's obscurer shades, A second fall succeeds, and double death invades.
الصفحة 159 - A garden was the place we perished all, A garden is the place He pays our price : And the old serpent, with a new device, Hath found a way himself for to beguile ; So he, that all men tangled in his wile, Is now by one Man caught, beguiled with his own guile.
الصفحة 172 - The life, the which I once did love, I leave, The love, in whi[c]h I once did live, I loath, I hate...
الصفحة 164 - See, where the Author of all life is dying : O fearful day ! He dead, what hope of living ? See where the hopes of all our lives are buying : O cheerful day ! they bought, what fear of grieving?
الصفحة 158 - Nor let the man ascribe it to his skill, That thorough grace hath gained victory : If any strength we have, it is to ill ; But all the good is God's, both power and eke will.