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... tear from sorrow's eye , O'er all its hopes views hovering death prevail , And mourns the social comforts , as they fail ; Say , can a novice Muse , though you inspire , In artless thanks awake the sadden'd lyre ? In 1786 he produced ...
... tear from sorrow's eye , O'er all its hopes views hovering death prevail , And mourns the social comforts , as they fail ; Say , can a novice Muse , though you inspire , In artless thanks awake the sadden'd lyre ? In 1786 he produced ...
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... tear he felt , my groan he heard , When my grey locks at night the wild wind rent , Like withered moss upon a monument , What could he more ? against the pitiless storm He lent his little aid to keep me warm ; Even now as parting with ...
... tear he felt , my groan he heard , When my grey locks at night the wild wind rent , Like withered moss upon a monument , What could he more ? against the pitiless storm He lent his little aid to keep me warm ; Even now as parting with ...
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... tear , For friends belov'd , from whom she soon must part , Breath'd a sad solace on his aching heart . Nor ceas'd he yet to stray , where , winding wild , The Muse's path his drooping steps beguil❜d , Intent to rescue some neglected ...
... tear , For friends belov'd , from whom she soon must part , Breath'd a sad solace on his aching heart . Nor ceas'd he yet to stray , where , winding wild , The Muse's path his drooping steps beguil❜d , Intent to rescue some neglected ...
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... tear , That wept the ruthless deed , the poor man's fate , By fortune's storms left cold and desolate . Farewell ! -yet be this humble tribute paid To all thy virtues , from that social shade * Where once we sojourn'd . — I , alas ...
... tear , That wept the ruthless deed , the poor man's fate , By fortune's storms left cold and desolate . Farewell ! -yet be this humble tribute paid To all thy virtues , from that social shade * Where once we sojourn'd . — I , alas ...
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... tear ; Haply thy gentle spirit stoops to hear ! In vain did slow decay with pain conspire To quench the lustre of affection's fire ; No wasting pains its vital heat consume , Strong as the lamp , that gilds the mould'ring tomb . From ...
... tear ; Haply thy gentle spirit stoops to hear ! In vain did slow decay with pain conspire To quench the lustre of affection's fire ; No wasting pains its vital heat consume , Strong as the lamp , that gilds the mould'ring tomb . From ...
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Select Beauties of Ancient English Poetry, Vol. 1 of 2– With Remarks ... Henry Headley Peržiūra negalima - 2017 |
Select Beauties of Ancient English Poetry, Vol. 1 of 2– With Remarks ... Henry Headley Peržiūra negalima - 2018 |
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Alençon ancient arms beauty Benwell blood born bower breast breath Cant castle cheerful crown Daniel Daphles dark Davenant death delight Doracles dost doth Drayton dreadful Dunmow Earle Earle of March edit Edmund Bolton Edward elegant English eyes fair falling idols fame fate fear Fletcher Francis Quarles genius Giles Fletcher Gondibert grace grief hand hath heart heav'n hell honour Jonson King live look Lord Milton mind Mortimer Muses never night nought Nut-brown Maid o'er Oxford Oxon passage PHINEAS FLETCHER pieces poem poet poetical poetry Poly-Olbion Priam prince Quarles queen reader reign rest Robert Fitz Walter Rosamond SAMUEL DANIEL seem'd seems Shakspeare sighs sight slain Slanes Castle sleep sorrow soul Spenser spirit stood sweet sword taste tears thee thing thou thought tion Trinity College unto verses victory Whilst woeful Wood words wretched writers
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xxvii psl. - ... a tesselated pavement without cement ; here a bit of black stone, and there a bit of white ; patriots and courtiers, king's friends and republicans; whigs and tories; treacherous friends and open enemies ; that it was indeed a very curious show ; but utterly unsafe to touch, and unsure to stand on.
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90 psl. - ... he, whom Fortune frowned on, Or whom she lifted up into the throne Of high renown ; but, as a living death, So, dead alive, of life he drew the breath. The body's rest, the quiet of the heart, The travail's ease, the still night's fear was he, And of our life in earth the better part ; Reaver of sight, and yet in whom we see Things oft that tide, and oft that never be ; Without respect, esteeming equally King Groemi pomp, and Irus
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