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It is surely very difficult to tell any thing as it was heard , when Sprat could not retain from amplifying a commodious incident , though the book to which he prefixed his narrative contained its confutation . A memory , admitting some ...
It is surely very difficult to tell any thing as it was heard , when Sprat could not retain from amplifying a commodious incident , though the book to which he prefixed his narrative contained its confutation . A memory , admitting some ...
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... enough of information , that , whatever he may talk of his own inflammability , and the variety of characters by which his heart was divided , he in reality was in love but once , and then never had resolution to tell his passion .
... enough of information , that , whatever he may talk of his own inflammability , and the variety of characters by which his heart was divided , he in reality was in love but once , and then never had resolution to tell his passion .
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And to tell you the truth , ( which I take to be an argument above all the rest ) Virgil has told the same thing to that purpose . " This expression , from a secretary of the present time , would be considered as merely ludicrous ...
And to tell you the truth , ( which I take to be an argument above all the rest ) Virgil has told the same thing to that purpose . " This expression , from a secretary of the present time , would be considered as merely ludicrous ...
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What he did not tell , cannot however now be known ; I must therefore recommend the perusal of his work , to which my narration can be considered only as a slender supplement . I Now in the possession of Mr. Clark , alderman of London .
What he did not tell , cannot however now be known ; I must therefore recommend the perusal of his work , to which my narration can be considered only as a slender supplement . I Now in the possession of Mr. Clark , alderman of London .
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... digg'd Love's mine than I , Say , where his centric happiness doth lie : I have lov'd , and got , and told ; But should I love , get , tell , till I were old , I should not find that hidden mystery ; Oh , ' tis imposture all !
... digg'd Love's mine than I , Say , where his centric happiness doth lie : I have lov'd , and got , and told ; But should I love , get , tell , till I were old , I should not find that hidden mystery ; Oh , ' tis imposture all !
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Adam angels appear arms bear beasts beauty better blood body bright bring brought cause dark death delight desire divine dost Earth eyes fair fall fate fear fire flame force friends fruit give glory gods grow hand happy hast hath head hear heart Heaven honour hope human kind king land less light live look lord lost mean mighty Milton mind Nature never night once Paradise perhaps person pleasure poets praise prince rage reason rest rich round sacred seems sight soon soul spirits stand stood strength sure tell thee thine things thou thought thousand till tree true truth verse virtue Whilst whole wise wonder youth
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Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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!
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...