Bell's Edition, Volumes 25-26J. Bell, 1800 - English poetry |
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... gave it this liberty . Thou lov'st , but , oh ! canst thou leve it and me ? Likeness glews love ; and if that thou so do , To make us like and love must . I change too ? More than thy hate I hate it ; rather let me Allow her change ...
... gave it this liberty . Thou lov'st , but , oh ! canst thou leve it and me ? Likeness glews love ; and if that thou so do , To make us like and love must . I change too ? More than thy hate I hate it ; rather let me Allow her change ...
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... Gave me your hands , the backs and palms to kiss : 30 40 That cur'd me not , but to bear pain gave Cij ELEGIES . 29.
... Gave me your hands , the backs and palms to kiss : 30 40 That cur'd me not , but to bear pain gave Cij ELEGIES . 29.
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John Bell. That cur'd me not , but to bear pain gave strength , đờ And what is lost in force is took in length . pit of 10 I call'd on Love again , who fear'd you so , That his compassion still prov'd greater woe ; vaT For then I'dream'd ...
John Bell. That cur'd me not , but to bear pain gave strength , đờ And what is lost in force is took in length . pit of 10 I call'd on Love again , who fear'd you so , That his compassion still prov'd greater woe ; vaT For then I'dream'd ...
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... gains : that set his tongue a - going Alas ! good Sir , ( quoth he ) there is no doing 1- In court nor city now . She smil'd , and I , And ( in my conscience ) both gave him the lie in one met thought . But he went on a 36 ELEGIES.
... gains : that set his tongue a - going Alas ! good Sir , ( quoth he ) there is no doing 1- In court nor city now . She smil'd , and I , And ( in my conscience ) both gave him the lie in one met thought . But he went on a 36 ELEGIES.
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... gave no praise To any but my Lord of Essex's days ; Call'd those the age of action . True , ( quoth he ) There's now as great an itch of bravery , And heat of taking up , but cold lay down , For put to push of pay , away they run : Our ...
... gave no praise To any but my Lord of Essex's days ; Call'd those the age of action . True , ( quoth he ) There's now as great an itch of bravery , And heat of taking up , but cold lay down , For put to push of pay , away they run : Our ...
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altho ancient Androgeus arms Atride bear beasts beauty blood body Calchas Carthage cold ashes Cooper's Hill COUNTESS OF BEDFORD court dark dead death delight Dido Donne dost doth dwell Dymas earth ELEGY ev'n ev'ry Exeter Exchange eyes fair faith fall fame fate father fear fire flame foes force friends gave give gods gold grave grief grow hand happy hast hath heart heav'n honour hope Hugh Peters Hypanis immortal Iphitus Jove's kings leave less light live lost lov'd man's mind Muse Nature never numbers plac'd pleasure poets pow'r praise Priam prince Pyrrhus rage reason rhyme Rome Samnites seem'd sense shalt Sir John Denham soul stood Tarentum tears thee thence thine things thou art thoughts thro thyself triumph Trojan Troy truth Twas twixt unto verse virtue Whilst wise words wound youth
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Page ix - No crime so bold but would be understood A real, or at least, a seeming good. Who fears not to do ill, yet fears the name, And, free from conscience, is a slave to fame. Thus he the church at once protects and spoils ; But princes' swords are sharper than their styles : And thus to th' ages past he makes amends, Their charity destroys, their faith defends.
Page xi - Brings home to us, and makes both Indies ours; Finds wealth where 'tis, bestows it where it wants, Cities in deserts, woods in cities plants; So that to us no thing, no place is strange, While his fair bosom is the world's exchange.
Page x - Can knowledge have no bound, but must advance So far, to make us wish for ignorance, And rather in the dark to grope our way Than, led by a false guide, to err by day...
Page 191 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
Page xiii - But his proud head the airy mountain hides among the clouds ; his shoulders and his sides a shady mantle clothes ; his curled brows frown on the gentle stream, which calmly flows, while winds and storms his lofty forehead beat; the common fate of all that's high or great.
Page x - My eye, descending from the Hill, surveys Where Thames among the wanton valleys strays. Thames ! the most loved of all the Ocean's sons, By his old sire, to his embraces runs, Hasting to pay his tribute to the sea, Like mortal life to meet eternity ; Though with those streams he no resemblance hold, Whose foam is amber, and their gravel gold * : His genuine and less guilty...
Page v - Sure there are poets which did never dream upon Parnassus, nor did taste the stream • of Helicon ; we therefore may suppose those made not poets, but the poets those...
Page 191 - is the work that confers upon him the rank and dignity of an original author. He seems to have been, at least among us, the author of a species of composition that may be denominated local poetry, of which the fundamental subject is some particular landscape, to b« poetically described with the addition of such embellishments as may be supplied by historical retrospection or incidental meditation.
Page 191 - The lines are in themselves not perfect ; for most of the words, thus artfully opposed, are to be understood simply on one side of the comparison, and metaphorically on the other ; and if there be any language which does not express intellectual operations, by material images, into that language they cannot be translated.
Page xv - But whither am I stray'd ? I need not raise Trophies to thee from other men's dispraise : Nor is thy fame on lesser ruins built, Nor needs thy juster title the foul guilt Of Eastern kings, who, to secure their reign, Must have their brothers, sons, and kindred slain.