Cowley. Denham. Milton. Butler. Rochester. Roscommon. Otway. Waller. Pomfret. Dorset. Stepney. J. Philips. WalshSamuel Johnson A. Miller, 1800 - English poetry |
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... See Author's Preface above , p . vii . I TO THЕ RIGHT HON . AND RIGHT REV . FATHER IN GOD , JOH H N LORD BISHOP OF LINCOLN , AND DEAN OF WESTMINSTER . MY LORD , MIGHT well fear , left thefe my rude and unpolished lines fhould offend ...
... See Author's Preface above , p . vii . I TO THЕ RIGHT HON . AND RIGHT REV . FATHER IN GOD , JOH H N LORD BISHOP OF LINCOLN , AND DEAN OF WESTMINSTER . MY LORD , MIGHT well fear , left thefe my rude and unpolished lines fhould offend ...
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... Seeing his griefs link'd like an endless chain To following woes , he would when ' twas too late Quench his hot flames , and idle love difdain . But Cupid , when his heart was set on fire , Had burnt his wings , who could not then re ...
... Seeing his griefs link'd like an endless chain To following woes , he would when ' twas too late Quench his hot flames , and idle love difdain . But Cupid , when his heart was set on fire , Had burnt his wings , who could not then re ...
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... did thus reply : " And was this all ? Whate'er your grief would eafe , " Though a far greater task , believe ' t for thee " It should be foon done by Philocrates : “ Think all you wish perform'd ; but see , COWLEY'S POEMS .
... did thus reply : " And was this all ? Whate'er your grief would eafe , " Though a far greater task , believe ' t for thee " It should be foon done by Philocrates : “ Think all you wish perform'd ; but see , COWLEY'S POEMS .
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Samuel Johnson. “ Think all you wish perform'd ; but see , the day , « Tir'd with its heat , is hafting now away ! ” Home from the filent woods night bids them go : But fad Philetus can no comfort find ; What in the day he fears of ...
Samuel Johnson. “ Think all you wish perform'd ; but see , the day , « Tir'd with its heat , is hafting now away ! ” Home from the filent woods night bids them go : But fad Philetus can no comfort find ; What in the day he fears of ...
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Samuel Johnson. # Ofee , Conftantia ! my short race is run ; " See how my blood the thirsty ground doth dye ; " But live thou happier than thy love hath done , " And when I'm dead , think fometime upon me ! " More my short time permits ...
Samuel Johnson. # Ofee , Conftantia ! my short race is run ; " See how my blood the thirsty ground doth dye ; " But live thou happier than thy love hath done , " And when I'm dead , think fometime upon me ! " More my short time permits ...
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