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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... , now late must be done ; And I , as giddy travellers must do , Which stray or seep all day , and having lost Light and strength , dark and tir'd , must then ride post . 10 All that man has to do is to live and 20 LIFE OF COWLEY .
... , now late must be done ; And I , as giddy travellers must do , Which stray or seep all day , and having lost Light and strength , dark and tir'd , must then ride post . 10 All that man has to do is to live and 20 LIFE OF COWLEY .
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... dark cave she came , Thinking to tell how she escap'd the beast ! But , when she saw her Pyramus lie slain , Ah ! how perplex'd did her sad soul remain ! She tears her golden hair , and beats her breast , And every sign of raging grief ...
... dark cave she came , Thinking to tell how she escap'd the beast ! But , when she saw her Pyramus lie slain , Ah ! how perplex'd did her sad soul remain ! She tears her golden hair , and beats her breast , And every sign of raging grief ...
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... darkness , and in darkness light . ODE I. ON THE PRAISE OF POETRY . ' Tis not a pyramid of marble s one , Though high as our ambition ; ' Tis not a tomb cut out in brass , which can Give life to th ' ashes of a man ; But verses only ...
... darkness , and in darkness light . ODE I. ON THE PRAISE OF POETRY . ' Tis not a pyramid of marble s one , Though high as our ambition ; ' Tis not a tomb cut out in brass , which can Give life to th ' ashes of a man ; But verses only ...
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... Dark as the grave wherein my friend is laid ! Henceforth , no learned youths beneath you sing , Till all the tuneful birds t ' your boughs they bring ; No tuneful birds play with their wonted cheer , And call the learned youths to hear ...
... Dark as the grave wherein my friend is laid ! Henceforth , no learned youths beneath you sing , Till all the tuneful birds t ' your boughs they bring ; No tuneful birds play with their wonted cheer , And call the learned youths to hear ...
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... dark quarrel grow , It gave blunt wounds , that bled not out , till now ! For Jove , who might have us'd his thundering power , Chose to fall calmy in a golden shower ! A way we found to conquer , which by none Of all our thrifty ...
... dark quarrel grow , It gave blunt wounds , that bled not out , till now ! For Jove , who might have us'd his thundering power , Chose to fall calmy in a golden shower ! A way we found to conquer , which by none Of all our thrifty ...
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