The Works of Mr. A. Cowley: In Prose and Verse, Tom 2John Sharpe, 1809 |
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Strona 56
... preserves my being and my breath ; From that proceeds all that I do , Nay , all my thoughts and speeches too ; And separation from it is my death . ECHO . TIR'D with the rough denials of my prayer 56 COWLEY'S POEMS .
... preserves my being and my breath ; From that proceeds all that I do , Nay , all my thoughts and speeches too ; And separation from it is my death . ECHO . TIR'D with the rough denials of my prayer 56 COWLEY'S POEMS .
Strona 67
... Death defy ; For , betwixt thee and them that love , Never will an agreement be ; Thou scorn'st th ' unhappy , and the happy , thee ! BEAUTY . BEAUTY ! thou wild fantastick ape , Who dost in every country change thy shape ! Here black ...
... Death defy ; For , betwixt thee and them that love , Never will an agreement be ; Thou scorn'st th ' unhappy , and the happy , thee ! BEAUTY . BEAUTY ! thou wild fantastick ape , Who dost in every country change thy shape ! Here black ...
Strona 72
... death of mine , I fear , Will ominous to her appear ; When , sound in every other part , Her sacrifice is found without an heart ; For the last tempest of my death Shall sigh out that too with my breath . Then shall the world my noble ...
... death of mine , I fear , Will ominous to her appear ; When , sound in every other part , Her sacrifice is found without an heart ; For the last tempest of my death Shall sigh out that too with my breath . Then shall the world my noble ...
Strona 82
... death . As men in hell are from diseases free , So from all other ills am I ; Free from their known formality : But all pains eminently lie in thee ! Alas , alas ! I hope in vain My conquer'd soul from out thine hands to gain ; Since ...
... death . As men in hell are from diseases free , So from all other ills am I ; Free from their known formality : But all pains eminently lie in thee ! Alas , alas ! I hope in vain My conquer'd soul from out thine hands to gain ; Since ...
Strona 90
... , Though every door stood ope to me . In spite both of thy coldness and thy pride , All love is marriage on thy lover's side , For only death can them divide . Close , narrow chain , yet soft and kind As 90 COWLEY'S POEMS . The Constant.
... , Though every door stood ope to me . In spite both of thy coldness and thy pride , All love is marriage on thy lover's side , For only death can them divide . Close , narrow chain , yet soft and kind As 90 COWLEY'S POEMS . The Constant.
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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 54 - The merrier fool o" th' two, yet quite as mad : Sire of Repentance ! child of fond Desire ! That blow'st the chemics', and the lovers', fire, Leading them still insensibly on By the strange witchcraft of " Anon !" By thee the one does changing Nature, through Her endless labyrinths, pursue ; And th' other chases Woman, whilst she goes More ways and turns than hunted Nature knows.
Strona 151 - Ourselves then to survive ? Wise, subtle arts, and such as well befit That Nothing, Man's no wit ! — Some with vast costly tombs would purchase it, And by the proofs of death pretend to live. " Here lies the great" — false marble ! where ? Nothing but small and sordid dust lies there.
Strona 194 - Nothing is there To come, and nothing Past, But an Eternal Now does always last.
Strona 14 - I'll by that change so thrive, That Love in all my parts shall live. So powerful is this change, it render can, My outside Woman, and your inside Man, Clad all in White.
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Strona 157 - With maravedies make the account, That single time might to a sum amount,. We grow at last by custom to believe That really we live ; Whilst all these shadows that for things we take, Are but the empty dreams which in Death's sleep we make. But these fantastic errors of our dream Lead us to solid wrong ; We pray God our friends...
Strona 243 - Wash'd from the morning beauties' deepest red; An harmless flaming meteor shone for hair, And fell adown his shoulders with loose care; He cuts out a silk mantle from the skies, Where the most sprightly azure...
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.
Strona 13 - LOve in her Sunny Eyes does basking play ; Love walks the pleasant Mazes of her Hair ; Love does on both her Lips for ever stray ; And sows and reaps a thousand kisses there.