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¹ Appeared 1726 and after-editions 1726 annotates allusion American edition AMETAS Andrew Marvell Appeared originally Beaumont and Fletcher Bilbrough Britannia Cawood Castle Charles Charles II Clarendon common Cotgrave Court Coventry Cromwell Cromwell's crown Danby dear death died doth Duchess of Albemarle Duke of York Dutch e'er Earl England English eyes fair fate fear flames fleet flow'rs folio give Hartley Coleridge hast hath head heaven honour House Hull Isle James king Latin lest Line Marvell's Meldreth Memorial-Introduction ne'er night NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS Nunappleton once Painter Parliament peace Pepys poem Poet praise printed Query reference relative note reprint of 1870 royal satire says ships sight Sir Charles Berkeley Sir William soul Steeton sweet tears thee thine thing thou thought thro tree Twas Usually misprinted Winestead WOOL-CHURCH word ΙΟ
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Page 164 - Tis madness to resist or blame The force of angry heaven's flame; And, if we would speak true, Much to the man is due, Who, from his private gardens, where He lived reserved and austere, As if his highest plot To plant the bergamot, Could by industrious valour climb To ruin the great work of Time, And cast the kingdom old Into another mould.
Page 2 - So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found, Among the faithless faithful only he; Among innumerable false unmoved, Unshaken, unseduced, unterrified, His loyalty he kept, his love, his zeal ; Nor number nor example with him wrought To swerve from truth, or change his constant mind, Though single.
Page 109 - Time's winged chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found, Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song: then worms shall try That long preserved virginity: And your quaint honour turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust: 30 The grave's a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace.
Page 2 - So every spirit, as it is most pure, And hath in it the more of heavenly light, So it the fairer body doth procure To habit in, and it more fairly dight, With cheerful grace and amiable sight. For, of the soul, the body form doth take, For soul is form, and doth the body make.
Page 108 - But thirty thousand to the rest; An age at least to every part, And the last age should show your heart. For, Lady, you deserve this state, Nor would I love at lower rate.
Page 109 - And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant fires, Now let us sport us while we may, And now, like amorous birds of prey, Rather at once our time devour Than languish in his slow-chapt power.
Page 148 - Hell, Earth, Chaos, All; the Argument Held me a while misdoubting his Intent, That he would ruin (for I saw him strong) The sacred Truths to Fable and old Song (So Sampson grop'd the Temple's Posts in spite) The World o'erwhelming to revenge his sight.
Page 164 - Did thorough his own side His fiery way divide: For 'tis all one to courage high, The emulous, or enemy; And with such, to enclose Is more than to oppose.
Page 85 - The Gospel's pearl upon our coast; And in these rocks for us did frame A temple where to sound His name. Oh, let our voice His praise exalt Till it arrive at heaven's vault, Which thence, perhaps, rebounding may Echo beyond the Mexique bay!
Page 64 - What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.