The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper; Including the Series Edited with Prefaces, Biographical and Critical Volume 9

The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper; Including the Series Edited with Prefaces, Biographical and Critical Volume 9

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1810 edition. Excerpt: ...Make mill-stones run, and build up cities; Each had the use of fluent tongue, If Dice scolded, Orpheus sung. And so, by discord without strife, Compos'd one harmony of life; And thus, as all their matters stood, They got an honest livelihood. Happy were mortals, could they be From any sudden danger free! Happy were poets, could their song The feeble thread of life prolong! But, as these two went strolling on. Poor Dice's scene of life was done: Away her fleeting breath must fly, Yet no one knows wherefore, or why. This caus'd the general lamentation, To all that knew her in her station; How brisk she was still to advance The harper's gain, and lead the dance, In every tune observe her thrill, Sim on, yet chauge the money still. Orpheus best knew what loss he had. And, thinking on't, fell almost mad, And in despair to Linus ran, Who was esteem'd a cunning-man; Cried, " He again must Dice have, Or else be buried in her grave." Suoth Linus, " Soft, refrain your sorrow: What fails today, may speed tomorrow. Thiink you the gods for whatever happens. But don't fall out With your fat capons. 'Tis many an honest man's petition, That he may be in your condition. If such a blessing might be had, To change a living wife for dead, I'd be your chapman; nay, I'd do't, Though I gave forty pounds to boot. Consider first, you save her diet; Consider next, you keep her quiet: For, pray, what was she all along. Except the burthen of your song? What, though your Dice's underground; Yet many a woman may be found, Who, in your gains if she may part take, Trust me, will quickly make your heart ach: Then, rest content, as widowers should--The gods best know what s for our good!" Orpheus no longer could endure Such wounds, where he expected cure....show more

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  • Paperback | 566 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 29mm | 998g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • Illustrations, black and white
  • 1236648536
  • 9781236648532