The Works of Mr. A. Cowley: In Prose and Verse, Tom 2John Sharpe, 1809 |
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... fantastick ape , Who dost in every country change thy shape ! Here black , there brown , here tawny , and there white ; Thou flatterer ! which comply'st with every sight ! Thou Babel , which confound'st the eye With unintelligible ...
... fantastick ape , Who dost in every country change thy shape ! Here black , there brown , here tawny , and there white ; Thou flatterer ! which comply'st with every sight ! Thou Babel , which confound'st the eye With unintelligible ...
Strona 157
... Fantastick incivility : There are who all their patients ' chagrin have , As if they took each morn worse potions than they gave . And this great race of learning thou hast run , Ere that of life be half yet done ; Thou see'st thyself ...
... Fantastick incivility : There are who all their patients ' chagrin have , As if they took each morn worse potions than they gave . And this great race of learning thou hast run , Ere that of life be half yet done ; Thou see'st thyself ...
Strona 159
... , ' Tis all the conquer'd world could give . We Poets , madder yet than all , With a refin'd fantastick vanity , Think we not only have , but give , eternity . Fain would I see that prodigal , Who his to TO DR . SCARBOROUGH . 159.
... , ' Tis all the conquer'd world could give . We Poets , madder yet than all , With a refin'd fantastick vanity , Think we not only have , but give , eternity . Fain would I see that prodigal , Who his to TO DR . SCARBOROUGH . 159.
Strona 167
... fantastick errors of our dream Lead us to solid wrong ; We pray God our friends ' torments to prolong , And wish uncharitably for them To be as long a - dying as Methusalem . The ripen'd soul longs from his prison to come ; LIFE . 167.
... fantastick errors of our dream Lead us to solid wrong ; We pray God our friends ' torments to prolong , And wish uncharitably for them To be as long a - dying as Methusalem . The ripen'd soul longs from his prison to come ; LIFE . 167.
Strona 206
... fantastick rage of Saul's disease . 440 Tell me , oh Muse ! ( for thoù , or none , canst tell , The mystick powers that in blest numbers dwell ; Thou their great nature know'st , nor is it fit 206 ( B. I. COWLEY'S POEMS .
... fantastick rage of Saul's disease . 440 Tell me , oh Muse ! ( for thoù , or none , canst tell , The mystick powers that in blest numbers dwell ; Thou their great nature know'st , nor is it fit 206 ( B. I. COWLEY'S POEMS .
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angels appear beauteous beauty BISHOP OF WORCESTER blest blood body bold breast breath bright burning-glass canst Chromius clouds COWLEY curse danger David death dreadful e'er earth envy eternal ev'n eyes fair fame fantastick fate fear fear'd fire fix'd flame freedom call friends gentle God's Gods Goliah hand happy haste heart heaven honour inconstant Israel Joab jointure king light live lov'd Love's lovers lyre Michal mighty mighty Love mistress Moab Moloch Muse musick Naioth Nature's ne'er never night noble nought numbers o'er Ortygia Ovid pain Pindar plac'd pride Prince proud Pygmalion rage rich RICHARD HURD round sacred Saul Saul's scarce scorn seem'd shine sight slain soul stamp'd stars straight strong sun's swift sword tears thee Thersander thine things thou art thou dost thought thyself trees trembling tyrant verse virtue Whilst wise wondrous wound wretched youth
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Strona 184 - No dawning morn does her kind reds display; One slight weak beam would here be thought the day. No gentle stars with their fair gems of light Offend the tyrannous and unquestioned night. Here Lucifer, the mighty captive, reigns, Proud midst his woes and tyrant in his chains.
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