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... shine . While pike do range , the silly tench doth fly , And crouch in privy creeks , with smaller fish ; Yet pikes are caught when little fish go by , These fleet afloat , while those do fill the dish ; There is a time even for the ...
... shine . While pike do range , the silly tench doth fly , And crouch in privy creeks , with smaller fish ; Yet pikes are caught when little fish go by , These fleet afloat , while those do fill the dish ; There is a time even for the ...
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... shine A living glory to this shrine , And her eternal fame be read , When ali , but very Virtue's dead * . Lucasta , & c . by Richard Lovelace , Edit . 1649 . * And her eternal fame be read , When all but very Virtue's dead . ] Somewhat ...
... shine A living glory to this shrine , And her eternal fame be read , When ali , but very Virtue's dead * . Lucasta , & c . by Richard Lovelace , Edit . 1649 . * And her eternal fame be read , When all but very Virtue's dead . ] Somewhat ...
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... shine in her face ; She hath the blush of virgin mind , The mind of viper's race . She makes thee seek , yet fear to find ; In To find , but not enjoy : many frowns some gliding smiles She yields to more annoy . She wooes thee to come ...
... shine in her face ; She hath the blush of virgin mind , The mind of viper's race . She makes thee seek , yet fear to find ; In To find , but not enjoy : many frowns some gliding smiles She yields to more annoy . She wooes thee to come ...
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... shine , When he some heaps of hills hath overwent , Begins to think on rest , his journey spent , Till mounting some tall mountain he do find More heights before him than he left behind . Drum . p . 38 , 4to . So pleas'd at first the ...
... shine , When he some heaps of hills hath overwent , Begins to think on rest , his journey spent , Till mounting some tall mountain he do find More heights before him than he left behind . Drum . p . 38 , 4to . So pleas'd at first the ...
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... shine . Then to the synod of the sp'rits he swore , Man's care should end , and time should be no more ; By his own self he swore , & c . Poems , p . 33. Edin . Ed . 1711 . The best of Drummond's prose works is his Cypress Grove , which ...
... shine . Then to the synod of the sp'rits he swore , Man's care should end , and time should be no more ; By his own self he swore , & c . Poems , p . 33. Edin . Ed . 1711 . The best of Drummond's prose works is his Cypress Grove , which ...
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Æneid Alcon battle of Agincourt beauty bird blood breast breath BROOMHOLM Castara Comus dead dear death didst dost doth Drayton DRUMMOND dust earth Eclogue Edit ELEGY epitaph Essay on Criticism ev'ry face fair fame fate fear Fletcher flowers GILES FLETCHER glory Gondibert grace grave grief hadst hand hast hath hear hearse heart heaven honour hope hour king King's Poems light lines live Livy look Lord Methinks Milton mind Muse ne'er never night numbers o'er Philomel Picts pleasure poetry poets Poly-Olbion Pope praise Quarles queen racter ROBERT SOUTHWELL saints Scythian seem'd shine sigh silent silver planet sing sleep smile song sorrow soul Spenser spirit star sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thyself tomb unto verse Virbius Virtue's virtues voice whilst wind wings winter's youth
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Page 114 - Shake hands forever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Page 65 - Thou wilt not wake Till I thy fate shall overtake: Till age, or grief, or sickness must Marry my body to that dust It so much loves, and fill the room My heart keeps empty in thy tomb. Stay for me there: I will not fail To meet thee in that hollow vale.
Page 137 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me : I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Page 114 - Love's latest breath, When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies, When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And Innocence is closing up his eyes — Now, if thou would'st, when all have given him over, From death to life thou might'st him yet recover!
Page 22 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Page 149 - While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind ; But more...
Page 75 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
Page 33 - That flesh is but the glass t which holds the dust That measures all our time, which also shall Be crumbled into dust.
Page 106 - Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky, In joyless fields and thorny thickets, leaves His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man His annual visit. Half afraid, he first Against the window beats; then, brisk, alights On the warm hearth; then, hopping o'er the floor, Eyes all the smiling family askance, And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is; Till more familiar grown, the table-crumbs Attract his slender feet.
Page 89 - The turtle to her make hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.