The Works of Mr. A. Cowley: In Prose and Verse, Volume 2

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John Sharpe, 1809
 

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Page 25 - tis the way too thither. How happy here should I And one dear She live, and embracing die! She who is all the world, and can exclude In deserts solitude. I should have then this only fear: Lest men, when they my pleasures see, Should hither throng to live like me, And so make a city here.
Page 24 - 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. Ah, yet, ere I descend to th...
Page 265 - His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills, to be the mast Of some great admiral, were but a wand, He walked with.
Page 24 - 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!
Page 52 - 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.
Page 137 - Tis only God can know Whether the fair idea thou dost show Agree entirely with his own or no ; This I dare boldly tell, Tis so like truth 'twill serve our turn as well. Just as in nature thy proportions be, As full of concord their variety, As firm the parts upon their centre rest, And all so solid are that they, at least As much as nature, emptiness detest.
Page 130 - As joy to his mother's and his mistress' grief affords — He bids him live and grow in fame ; Among the stars he sticks his name ; The grave can but the dross of him devour, So small is Death's, so great the Poet's, power ! Lo, how th...
Page 196 - Nothing is there To come, and nothing Past, But an Eternal Now does always last.
Page 10 - 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.
Page 140 - Th' emboldened snow next to the flame does sleep. And if we weigh, like thee, Nature, and causes, we shall see That thus it needs must be : To things immortal time can do no wrong, And that which never is to die, for ever must be young.

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