The Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical ...Robert Anderson Arch, 1795 |
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... fing this song , And by love's fweeteft fweet , variety , she wore She heard not this till now ; it fhould be fo no more . She went , examin'd , and return'd cre long , And faid , Alas ! fome two or three Poor beretics in love there be ...
... fing this song , And by love's fweeteft fweet , variety , she wore She heard not this till now ; it fhould be fo no more . She went , examin'd , and return'd cre long , And faid , Alas ! fome two or three Poor beretics in love there be ...
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... fing us lays In the praife Of your God , and let's be merry . V. Can , ah ! can we leave our moans , And our groans Under Sion's ruins bury ? Can we in this land fing lays In the praife Of our God , and here be merry ? No ; dear Sion ...
... fing us lays In the praife Of your God , and let's be merry . V. Can , ah ! can we leave our moans , And our groans Under Sion's ruins bury ? Can we in this land fing lays In the praife Of our God , and here be merry ? No ; dear Sion ...
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... fing . Make all this all , three choirs , heav'n , earth , and fpheres ; The first , hea'n , hath a fong , but no man hears ; The fpheres have mufic , but they have no tongue , Their harmony is rather danc'd than fung ; But our third ...
... fing . Make all this all , three choirs , heav'n , earth , and fpheres ; The first , hea'n , hath a fong , but no man hears ; The fpheres have mufic , but they have no tongue , Their harmony is rather danc'd than fung ; But our third ...
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... fing ? For that we pray , we praise thy name for this , Which by this Mofes and this Miriam is Already done ; and , as those Pfalms we call ( Though fome have other authors ) David's all ; So though fome have , fome may fome Pfalms ...
... fing ? For that we pray , we praise thy name for this , Which by this Mofes and this Miriam is Already done ; and , as those Pfalms we call ( Though fome have other authors ) David's all ; So though fome have , fome may fome Pfalms ...
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... fings to him , Amid the choir of faints and feraphim , As any angel's tongue can fing of thee ; The fubjects differ , though the skill agree : For as by infant years men judge of age , Thy early love thy virtues did prefage What high ...
... fings to him , Amid the choir of faints and feraphim , As any angel's tongue can fing of thee ; The fubjects differ , though the skill agree : For as by infant years men judge of age , Thy early love thy virtues did prefage What high ...
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Page 537 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Page 536 - While we can, the sports of love. Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever; Spend not then his gifts in vain. Suns that set may rise again: But if once we lose this light, 'Tis with us perpetual night.
Page 590 - IF I freely may discover What would please me in my lover, I would have her fair and witty, Savouring more of court than city ; A little proud, but full of pity ; Light and humorous in her toying ; Oft...
Page 533 - The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, rise; I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further to make thee a room; Thou art a monument, without a tomb, And art alive still, while thy book doth live And we have wits to read and praise to give.
Page 33 - When my grave is broke up again Some second guest to entertain (For graves have learned that womanhead To be to more than one a bed), And he that digs it spies A bracelet of bright hair about the bone...
Page 543 - No, Both wills were in one stature ; And as that wisdom had decreed, The Word was now made Flesh indeed, And took on him our nature. What comfort by Him do we win, Who made Himself the price of sin, To make us heirs of Glory ! To see this babe, all innocence, A martyr born in our defence : Can man forget this...
Page 590 - Though I am young and cannot tell Either what Death or Love is well, Yet, I have heard they both bear darts, And both do aim at human hearts : And then again, I have been told, Love wounds with heat, as Death with cold ; So that I fear they do but bring Extremes to touch, and mean one thing. As in a ruin we it call One thing to be blown up or fall ; Or to our end, like way may have By...
Page 30 - To move, but doth, if th' other do. And though it in the centre sit, Yet, when the other far doth roam, It leans, and hearkens after it, And grows erect, as that comes home. Such wilt thou be to me, who must, Like th' other foot, obliquely run; Thy firmness makes my circle just, And makes me end where I begun.
Page 23 - Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run? Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide Late schoolboys and sour prentices; Go tell court-huntsmen that the king will ride, Call country ants to harvest offices; Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime, Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
Page 518 - Seven years thou wert lent to me, and I thee pay, Exacted by thy fate, on the just day. O, could I lose all father, now! For why Will man lament the state he should envy? To have so soon 'scaped world's and flesh's rage, And, if no other misery, yet age! Rest in soft peace; and, asked, say: Here doth lie Ben Jonson his best piece of poetry...