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... thou lyeft ! " faid he ; " THOU LYEST , " fhe faid ; " And I deferv'd her hate , " If I fhould thee believe . " " BELIEVE , " faith fhe . " For why ? thy idle words are of no weight . " " WEIGHT , " the answers . " Therefore I'll depart ...
... thou lyeft ! " faid he ; " THOU LYEST , " fhe faid ; " And I deferv'd her hate , " If I fhould thee believe . " " BELIEVE , " faith fhe . " For why ? thy idle words are of no weight . " " WEIGHT , " the answers . " Therefore I'll depart ...
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... thou vex him , Love ? Could'st thou but fee , Thou would'ft thyself Philetus ' rival be . Philocrates , pitying his doleful moan , And wounded with the forrows of his friend ,. Brings him to fair Conftantia ; where alone He might impart ...
... thou vex him , Love ? Could'st thou but fee , Thou would'ft thyself Philetus ' rival be . Philocrates , pitying his doleful moan , And wounded with the forrows of his friend ,. Brings him to fair Conftantia ; where alone He might impart ...
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... thou ' ft won " My foul , and therefore take thy victory : 66 Thy eyes and speeches have my heart o'ercome , " And if I fhould deny thee love , then I " Should be a tyrant to myself that fire :: " Which is kept clofe burns with the ...
... thou ' ft won " My foul , and therefore take thy victory : 66 Thy eyes and speeches have my heart o'ercome , " And if I fhould deny thee love , then I " Should be a tyrant to myself that fire :: " Which is kept clofe burns with the ...
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... thou didst die , ¡° I'll follow thee , and not thy loss deplore ; " Thefe eyes , that faw thee kill'd , fhall fee no more . " " It fhall not fure be said that thou didst " It 52 COWLEY'S POEMS .
... thou didst die , ¡° I'll follow thee , and not thy loss deplore ; " Thefe eyes , that faw thee kill'd , fhall fee no more . " " It fhall not fure be said that thou didst " It 52 COWLEY'S POEMS .
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... thou our bodies fever , whofe true love " Breaks thorough all thy flinty cruelty ! " For both our fouls fo closely joined lie , " That nought but angry death can them remove ; " And though he part them , yet they'll meet above ...
... thou our bodies fever , whofe true love " Breaks thorough all thy flinty cruelty ! " For both our fouls fo closely joined lie , " That nought but angry death can them remove ; " And though he part them , yet they'll meet above ...
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ABRAHAM COWLEY againſt beauteous beauty becauſe beſt bleffing bleft blood breaſt caufe cauſe curfe death defire doft doth e'er earth ev'n eyes facred fafe faid fair fame fate fear feem feen feven fhall fhew fhine fighs fight fince fing fire firſt flain flame fome foon foul fpirit ftill ftrait ftrong fuch fure greateſt grief happineſs heart heaven himſelf itſelf juft laft laſt leaſt lefs leſs live lov'd Love's lovers methinks mighty miſtreſs moſt Mufe muft muſt myſelf ne'er nought o'er Orinda paffion paſs paſt Philetus pleaſant pleaſe pleaſure praiſe ſaid ſay ſea ſee ſeen ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhould ſhow ſome ſpeak ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtay ſtill tears thee thefe themſelves theſe thine things thofe thoſe thou doft thouſand twas twill uſe verfe verſe Whilft whofe whoſe wife worſe wound
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241 ÆäÀÌÁö - WELL then ; I now do plainly see This busy world and I shall ne'er agree. The very honey of all earthly joy Does, of all meats, the soonest cloy ; And they, methinks, deserve my pity Who for it can endure the stings, The crowd, and buzz, and murmurings Of this great hive, the city.
197 ÆäÀÌÁö - For every tree and every herb around With pearly dew was crown'd, And upon all the quicken'd ground The fruitful seed of Heaven did brooding lie, And nothing but the Muse's fleece was dry.
136 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE thirsty earth soaks up the rain, And drinks and gapes for drink again; The plants suck in the earth, and are With constant drinking fresh and fair; The sea itself (which one would think Should have but little need of drink) Drinks ten thousand rivers up, So fill'd that they o'erflow the cup.
241 ÆäÀÌÁö - I descend to the grave May I a small house and large garden have; And a few friends, and many books, both true, Both wise, and both delightful too!
204 ÆäÀÌÁö - Nature's watchful life and health Her joy, her ornament, and wealth ! Hail to thy husband, Heat, and thee ! Thou the world's beauteous bride, the lusty bridegroom he!
147 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thy silver hairs yielded me more Than even golden curls before. Had I the power of creation, As I have of generation, Where I the matter...
210 ÆäÀÌÁö - Must not from others' work a copy take ; No, not from Rubens or Vandyke ; Much less content himself to make it like Th' ideas and the images which lie In his own fancy, or his memory. No, he before his sight must place The natural and living face ; The real object must command Each judgment of his eye, and motion of his hand.
224 ÆäÀÌÁö - Nothing yet in thee is seen; But when a genial heat warms thee within, A new-born wood of various lines there grows; Here buds an L, and there a B, Here sprouts a V, and there a T, And all the flourishing letters stand in rows.
10 ÆäÀÌÁö - This has been the case with Shakspeare, Fletcher, Jonson, and many others ; part of whose poems I should take the boldness to prune and lop away, if the care of replanting them in print did belong to me : neither would I make any scruple to cut off from some the unnecessary...
266 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tis hope is the most hopeless thing of all. Hope, thou bold taster of delight, Who, whilst thou should'st but taste, devour'st it quite!