The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper;: Cowley, Denham, MiltonAlexander Chalmers, Samuel Johnson J. Johnson; J. Nichols and son; R. Baldwin; F. and C. Rivington; W. Otridge and Son; Leigh and Sotheby; R. Faulder and Son; G. Nicol and Son; T. Payne; G. Robinson; Wilkie and Robinson; C. Davies; T. Egerton; Scatcherd and Letterman; J. Walker; Vernor, Hood, and Sharpe; R. Lea; J. Nunn; Lackington, Allen, and Company; J. Stockdale; Cuthell and Martin; Clarke and Sons; J. White and Company; Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme; Cadell and Davies; J. Barker; John Richardson; J.M. Richardson; J. Carpenter; B. Crosby; E. Jeffery; J. Murray; W. Miller; J. and A. Arch; Black, Parry, and Kingsbury; J. Booker; S. Bagster; J. Harding; J. Mackinlay; J. Hatchard; R.H. Evans; Matthews and Leigh; J. Mawman; J. Booth; J. Asperne; P. and W. Wynne; and W. Grace, Deighton and Son at Cambridge; and Wilson and Son at York, 1810 |
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... wound , which you yourself have made ; That pain must needs be very much , Which makes me of your hand afraid . Cordials of pity give me now , For I too weak of purgings grow . The World and a Clock . Mahol th ' inferior world's ...
... wound , which you yourself have made ; That pain must needs be very much , Which makes me of your hand afraid . Cordials of pity give me now , For I too weak of purgings grow . The World and a Clock . Mahol th ' inferior world's ...
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... wound ; Vain shadow ! which dost vanish quite , Both at full noon and perfect night ! The stars have not a possibility Of blessing thee ; If things then from their end we happy call , ' Tis Hope is the most hopeless thing of all . Hope ...
... wound ; Vain shadow ! which dost vanish quite , Both at full noon and perfect night ! The stars have not a possibility Of blessing thee ; If things then from their end we happy call , ' Tis Hope is the most hopeless thing of all . Hope ...
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... wounds and death , with mingled souls and with broken hearts . The principal artifice by which The Mistress is filled with conceits is very copiously displayed by Addison . Love is by Cowley , as by other poets , expressed metaphori ...
... wounds and death , with mingled souls and with broken hearts . The principal artifice by which The Mistress is filled with conceits is very copiously displayed by Addison . Love is by Cowley , as by other poets , expressed metaphori ...
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... wound your slave and spare your foe ? " Here tears and sighs speak his imperfect moan , In language far more moving than his own . Home he retir'd , his soul he brought not home ; Just like a ship , while every mounting wave , Toss'd by ...
... wound your slave and spare your foe ? " Here tears and sighs speak his imperfect moan , In language far more moving than his own . Home he retir'd , his soul he brought not home ; Just like a ship , while every mounting wave , Toss'd by ...
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... wound is grown too great , too desperate . " " But counsel , " said his friend , " a remedy Which never fails the patient , may at least , If not quite heal your mind's infirmity , Assuage your torment , and procure some rest , But ...
... wound is grown too great , too desperate . " " But counsel , " said his friend , " a remedy Which never fails the patient , may at least , If not quite heal your mind's infirmity , Assuage your torment , and procure some rest , But ...
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Adam angels arms art thou beasts beauty behold blest blood bold bright call'd Chromius clouds Comus Cowley Dæmon Dagon dark death delight divine dost doth dreadful Earth eternal ev'n eyes fair fame fate fear fire flame friends gentle glory gods hand happy hast hath heart Heaven Hell honour hope Israel king labour less light live lord lost Lucifer LUDLOW CASTLE Ludlow town Lycidas lyre mighty Milton mind Moab Muse Nature ne'er never night noble numbers nymph o'er Paradise Paradise Lost Paradise Regained peace Pindar poem poets praise prince rage Rome sacred Satan seem'd serpent sight soul spirits stars stood sweet terrour thee thence thine things thou thought throne thyself tree twas Twill verse vex'd virtue Whilst wings wise wonder wound youth