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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... They fneer , they grin . - Like to his like will move . Yet never let them greater mischief prove Than this , Who hates not one , may he the other love . XIX . Witnefs our Colin ; whom tho ' all XIX . THE PURPLE ISLAND . 5.
... They fneer , they grin . - Like to his like will move . Yet never let them greater mischief prove Than this , Who hates not one , may he the other love . XIX . Witnefs our Colin ; whom tho ' all XIX . THE PURPLE ISLAND . 5.
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... never of a mufe adorn'd . " XXII . Oft therefore have I chid my tender muse ; Oft my chill breast beats off her flutt'ring wing : Yet when new fpring her gentle rays infuse , All storms are laid , again I chirp and fing : At length foft ...
... never of a mufe adorn'd . " XXII . Oft therefore have I chid my tender muse ; Oft my chill breast beats off her flutt'ring wing : Yet when new fpring her gentle rays infuse , All storms are laid , again I chirp and fing : At length foft ...
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... never equal'd skill , Chanting their amorous lays unto a Roman quill ? XII . And thou , choice wit , love's fcholar , and love's mafter , Art known to all , where love himself is known : Whether thou bid'ft Ulyffes hie him faster , Or ...
... never equal'd skill , Chanting their amorous lays unto a Roman quill ? XII . And thou , choice wit , love's fcholar , and love's mafter , Art known to all , where love himself is known : Whether thou bid'ft Ulyffes hie him faster , Or ...
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... They fneer , they grin . - Like to his like will move . Yet never let them greater mischief prove Than this , Who hates not one , may he the other love . V XIX . Witness our Colin ; whom tho ' all XIX . THE PURPLE ISLAND . 5.
... They fneer , they grin . - Like to his like will move . Yet never let them greater mischief prove Than this , Who hates not one , may he the other love . V XIX . Witness our Colin ; whom tho ' all XIX . THE PURPLE ISLAND . 5.
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... , and native home forgetting , You fearch for diftant worlds , with needlefs fweating , You never find yourselves ; fo lofe ye more by getting . XXXIX . When that GREAT POW'R , that ALL , XXXIX . 10 THE PURPLE ISLAND .
... , and native home forgetting , You fearch for diftant worlds , with needlefs fweating , You never find yourselves ; fo lofe ye more by getting . XXXIX . When that GREAT POW'R , that ALL , XXXIX . 10 THE PURPLE ISLAND .
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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.