Cowley, Denham, MiltonAlexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... fruit before the usual season of it ) yet I would be loth to be bound now to read them all over myself ; and therefore should do ill to expect that patience from others . Besides , they have already past through several editions , which ...
... fruit before the usual season of it ) yet I would be loth to be bound now to read them all over myself ; and therefore should do ill to expect that patience from others . Besides , they have already past through several editions , which ...
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... fruit from this weak and imperfect attempt of mine , but the opening of a way to the courage and industry of some other persons , who may be better able to perform it thoroughly and successfully . THE BOOKSELLER'S ADVERTISEMENT 1 TO THE ...
... fruit from this weak and imperfect attempt of mine , but the opening of a way to the courage and industry of some other persons , who may be better able to perform it thoroughly and successfully . THE BOOKSELLER'S ADVERTISEMENT 1 TO THE ...
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... fruits , ear- liness : others , who are either of a weak faith , or strong malice , have thought me like a pipe , which never sounds but when it is blowed in , and read me , not as Abraham Cowley , but Authorem Anonymum . To the first I ...
... fruits , ear- liness : others , who are either of a weak faith , or strong malice , have thought me like a pipe , which never sounds but when it is blowed in , and read me , not as Abraham Cowley , but Authorem Anonymum . To the first I ...
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... fruit , his labour's use ? " But , when he wisely weigh'd his doubtful state , Seeing his griefs link'd like an endless chain To following woes , he would when ' twas too late Quench his hot flames , and idle love disdain . But Cupid ...
... fruit , his labour's use ? " But , when he wisely weigh'd his doubtful state , Seeing his griefs link'd like an endless chain To following woes , he would when ' twas too late Quench his hot flames , and idle love disdain . But Cupid ...
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... , till there rise From all our labours and our industries The long - expected fruits : have patience , sweet ! There's no man whom the summer pleasures greet Before he taste the winter ; none can say , 54 COWLEY'S POEMS ..
... , till there rise From all our labours and our industries The long - expected fruits : have patience , sweet ! There's no man whom the summer pleasures greet Before he taste the winter ; none can say , 54 COWLEY'S POEMS ..
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Էջ 473 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
Էջ 475 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides...
Էջ 380 - Thus wondrous fair: thyself how wondrous then, Unspeakable! who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels: for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. Fairest of stars, last in...
Էջ 476 - With a sad leaden downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast. And join with thee calm Peace, and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing: And add to these retired Leisure That in trim gardens takes his pleasure: — But first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon...
Էջ 473 - Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths!
Էջ 507 - For if such holy song Enwrap our fancy long, Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold, And speckled Vanity Will sicken soon and die, And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mould, And Hell itself will pass away, And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day.
Էջ 380 - Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye mists and exhalations, that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky or gray, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rise...
Էջ 475 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold In weeds of peace high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
Էջ 476 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild.
Էջ 473 - That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring, Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string. Hence with denial vain and coy excuse : So may some gentle Muse...