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... night ; But envious death destroy'd their glorious light . Expect not beauty then , fince she did part ; For in her Nature wafted all her art . Her hair was brighter than the beams which are A crown to Phoebus ; and her breath so sweet ...
... night ; But envious death destroy'd their glorious light . Expect not beauty then , fince she did part ; For in her Nature wafted all her art . Her hair was brighter than the beams which are A crown to Phoebus ; and her breath so sweet ...
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... yet can no medicine find : He weeps to quench the fires that burn in him , But tears do fall to th ' earth , flames are within . D : 2 No No morning - banish'd darkness , nor black night By CONSTANTIA AND PHILETUS . 35.
... yet can no medicine find : He weeps to quench the fires that burn in him , But tears do fall to th ' earth , flames are within . D : 2 No No morning - banish'd darkness , nor black night By CONSTANTIA AND PHILETUS . 35.
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Samuel Johnson. No morning - banish'd darkness , nor black night By her alternate courfe expell'd the day , In which Philetus by a conftant rite At Cupid's altars did not weep and pray ; And yet he nothing reap'd for all his pain , But ...
Samuel Johnson. No morning - banish'd darkness , nor black night By her alternate courfe expell'd the day , In which Philetus by a conftant rite At Cupid's altars did not weep and pray ; And yet he nothing reap'd for all his pain , But ...
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... ' t , for thee " It should be foon done by Philocrates : " Think all you wish perform'd ; but fee , the day , " Tir'd with its heat , is hafting now away ! " Home Home from the filent woods night bids them go : CONSTANTIA AND PHILETUS . 43.
... ' t , for thee " It should be foon done by Philocrates : " Think all you wish perform'd ; but fee , the day , " Tir'd with its heat , is hafting now away ! " Home Home from the filent woods night bids them go : CONSTANTIA AND PHILETUS . 43.
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Samuel Johnson. Home from the filent woods night bids them go : But fad Philetus can no comfort find ; What in the day he fears of future woe , At night in dreams , like truth , affrights his mind . Why doft thou vex him , Love ? Could ...
Samuel Johnson. Home from the filent woods night bids them go : But fad Philetus can no comfort find ; What in the day he fears of future woe , At night in dreams , like truth , affrights his mind . Why doft thou vex him , Love ? Could ...
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ABRAHAM COWLEY againſt beauteous beauty becauſe beſt bleffing bleft blood breaſt caufe cauſe curfe death defire doft doth e'er earth ev'n eyes facred fafe faid fair fame fate fear feem feen feven fhall fhew fhine fighs fight fince fing fire firſt flain flame fome foon foul fpirit ftill ftrait ftrong fuch fure greateſt grief happineſs heart heaven himſelf itſelf juft laft laſt leaſt lefs leſs live lov'd Love's lovers methinks mighty miſtreſs moſt Mufe muft muſt myſelf ne'er nought o'er Orinda paffion paſs paſt Philetus pleaſant pleaſe pleaſure praiſe ſaid ſay ſea ſee ſeen ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhould ſhow ſome ſpeak ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtay ſtill tears thee thefe themſelves theſe thine things thofe thoſe thou doft thouſand twas twill uſe verfe verſe Whilft whofe whoſe wife worſe wound
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Seite 241 - WELL then ; I now do plainly see This busy world and I shall ne'er agree. The very honey of all earthly joy Does, of all meats, the soonest cloy ; And they, methinks, deserve my pity Who for it can endure the stings, The crowd, and buzz, and murmurings Of this great hive, the city.
Seite 197 - For every tree and every herb around With pearly dew was crown'd, And upon all the quicken'd ground The fruitful seed of Heaven did brooding lie, And nothing but the Muse's fleece was dry.
Seite 136 - THE thirsty earth soaks up the rain, And drinks and gapes for drink again; The plants suck in the earth, and are With constant drinking fresh and fair; The sea itself (which one would think Should have but little need of drink) Drinks ten thousand rivers up, So fill'd that they o'erflow the cup.
Seite 241 - I descend to the grave May I a small house and large garden have; And a few friends, and many books, both true, Both wise, and both delightful too!
Seite 204 - Nature's watchful life and health Her joy, her ornament, and wealth ! Hail to thy husband, Heat, and thee ! Thou the world's beauteous bride, the lusty bridegroom he!
Seite 147 - Thy silver hairs yielded me more Than even golden curls before. Had I the power of creation, As I have of generation, Where I the matter...
Seite 210 - Must not from others' work a copy take ; No, not from Rubens or Vandyke ; Much less content himself to make it like Th' ideas and the images which lie In his own fancy, or his memory. No, he before his sight must place The natural and living face ; The real object must command Each judgment of his eye, and motion of his hand.
Seite 224 - Nothing yet in thee is seen; But when a genial heat warms thee within, A new-born wood of various lines there grows; Here buds an L, and there a B, Here sprouts a V, and there a T, And all the flourishing letters stand in rows.
Seite 10 - This has been the case with Shakspeare, Fletcher, Jonson, and many others ; part of whose poems I should take the boldness to prune and lop away, if the care of replanting them in print did belong to me : neither would I make any scruple to cut off from some the unnecessary...
Seite 266 - Tis hope is the most hopeless thing of all. Hope, thou bold taster of delight, Who, whilst thou should'st but taste, devour'st it quite!