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 - English poetry |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 100
Page 15
... Heaven does bind . When Heaven shall be adorn'd by thee , ( Which then more Heaven than ' tis will be ) ' Tis thou must write the posy there , For it wanteth one as yet , Though the Sun pass through't twice a year , The Sun which is ...
... Heaven does bind . When Heaven shall be adorn'd by thee , ( Which then more Heaven than ' tis will be ) ' Tis thou must write the posy there , For it wanteth one as yet , Though the Sun pass through't twice a year , The Sun which is ...
Page 69
... Heaven we owe . Others by war their conquests gain , You like a god your ends obtain ; Who , when rude Chaos for his help did call , Spoke but the word and sweetly order'd all . This happy concord in no blood is writ , None can grudge ...
... Heaven we owe . Others by war their conquests gain , You like a god your ends obtain ; Who , when rude Chaos for his help did call , Spoke but the word and sweetly order'd all . This happy concord in no blood is writ , None can grudge ...
Page 79
... Heaven has thank'd them since as they thank'd Heaven . Witness thou , Brentford , say , thou ancient town , How many in thy streets fell groveling down : Witness the red - coats weitering in their gore , And dy'd anew into the name they ...
... Heaven has thank'd them since as they thank'd Heaven . Witness thou , Brentford , say , thou ancient town , How many in thy streets fell groveling down : Witness the red - coats weitering in their gore , And dy'd anew into the name they ...
Page 92
... Heaven Like a happy signal given , Their loves and lives ( all four ) embrace , Aud hand in hand run all the race . To poor Septimius ( who did now Nothing else but Acme grow ) Acme's bosom was alone The whole world's imperial throne ...
... Heaven Like a happy signal given , Their loves and lives ( all four ) embrace , Aud hand in hand run all the race . To poor Septimius ( who did now Nothing else but Acme grow ) Acme's bosom was alone The whole world's imperial throne ...
Page 93
... Heaven it came , It did but well deserve , all into bonfire turn . We fear'd ( and almost touch'd the black degree Of instant expectation ) That the three dreadful angels we , Of famine , sword , and plague , should here esta- blish'd ...
... Heaven it came , It did but well deserve , all into bonfire turn . We fear'd ( and almost touch'd the black degree Of instant expectation ) That the three dreadful angels we , Of famine , sword , and plague , should here esta- blish'd ...
Common terms and phrases
Adam angels arms art thou beasts beauty behold blest blood bold bright call'd Chromius clouds Comus Cowley Dæmon Dagon dark death delight divine dost doth dreadful Earth eternal ev'n eyes fair fame fate fear fire flame friends gentle glory gods hand happy hast hath heart Heaven Hell honour hope Israel king labour less light live lord lost Lucifer LUDLOW CASTLE Ludlow town Lycidas lyre mighty Milton mind Moab Muse Nature ne'er never night noble numbers nymph o'er Paradise Paradise Lost Paradise Regained peace Pindar poem poets praise prince rage Rome sacred Satan seem'd serpent sight soul spirits stars stood sweet terrour thee thence thine things thou thought throne thyself tree twas Twill verse vex'd virtue Whilst wings wise wonder wound youth