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Page 48
... sure there is no ingenuous reader to whom the smallest remains of Mr . Cowley
will be unwelcome . His poems are every where the copy of his mind ; 40 that by
this supplement to his other volume you have the picture of that so deservedly ...
... sure there is no ingenuous reader to whom the smallest remains of Mr . Cowley
will be unwelcome . His poems are every where the copy of his mind ; 40 that by
this supplement to his other volume you have the picture of that so deservedly ...
Page 88
I ne ' er could find that fancy true , But have invok ' d them oft , I ' m sure , in vain :
They talk of Sappho ; but , alas ! the shame ! ODE . Ill - manners suil the lustre of
her fame ; Orinda ' s inward virtue is so bright , That , like a lantern ' s fair ...
I ne ' er could find that fancy true , But have invok ' d them oft , I ' m sure , in vain :
They talk of Sappho ; but , alas ! the shame ! ODE . Ill - manners suil the lustre of
her fame ; Orinda ' s inward virtue is so bright , That , like a lantern ' s fair ...
Page 95
To angels and their brethren spirits above , There is no Stoic , sure , who would
not now No show on Earth can sure so pleasant prove , Ev ' n some excess allow
; As when they great misfortunes see And grant that one wild fit of cheerful folly ...
To angels and their brethren spirits above , There is no Stoic , sure , who would
not now No show on Earth can sure so pleasant prove , Ev ' n some excess allow
; As when they great misfortunes see And grant that one wild fit of cheerful folly ...
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Then may my vessel tom and shipwreck ' d be , Sure those are happy people that
complain If it put forth again to sea ! O ' th ' shortness of the days of man : It never
more abroad shall roam , Contract mine , Heaven ! and bring them back ...
Then may my vessel tom and shipwreck ' d be , Sure those are happy people that
complain If it put forth again to sea ! O ' th ' shortness of the days of man : It never
more abroad shall roam , Contract mine , Heaven ! and bring them back ...
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Curse on thine arts ! methinks I hate thee ( We know ) ev ' n the destroying -
angels are . now ; And yet I ' m sure I love thee too ! I ' m angry ; but iny wrath will
prove DIALOGUE . More innocent than did thy love . fke . What have we done ?
what ...
Curse on thine arts ! methinks I hate thee ( We know ) ev ' n the destroying -
angels are . now ; And yet I ' m sure I love thee too ! I ' m angry ; but iny wrath will
prove DIALOGUE . More innocent than did thy love . fke . What have we done ?
what ...
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Page 473 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
Page 475 - 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...
Page 380 - Thus wondrous fair: thyself how wondrous then, Unspeakable! who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels: for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. Fairest of stars, last in...
Page 476 - With a sad leaden downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast. And join with thee calm Peace, and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing: And add to these retired Leisure That in trim gardens takes his pleasure: — But first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon...
Page 473 - Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths!
Page 507 - For if such holy song Enwrap our fancy long, Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold, And speckled Vanity Will sicken soon and die, And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mould, And Hell itself will pass away, And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day.
Page 380 - Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye mists and exhalations, that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky or gray, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rise...
Page 475 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold In weeds of peace high triumphs hold, 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.
Page 476 - 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. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild.
Page 473 - That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring, Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string. Hence with denial vain and coy excuse : So may some gentle Muse...
Bibliographic information
| Title | Cowley, Denham, Milton Volume 7 of The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Alexander Chalmers |
| Editor | Alexander Chalmers |
| Publisher | J. Johnson, 1810 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 31 Jan 2008 |
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