The English Parnassus, or, A helpe to English poesie containing a collection of all rhyming monosyllables, the choicest epithets, and phrases : with some general forms upon all occasions, subjects, and theams, alphabeticaly digested : together with a short institution to English poesie, by way of a preface / by Joshua Poole.
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- The English Parnassus, or, A helpe to English poesie containing a collection of all rhyming monosyllables, the choicest epithets, and phrases : with some general forms upon all occasions, subjects, and theams, alphabeticaly digested : together with a short institution to English poesie, by way of a preface / by Joshua Poole.
- Author
- Poole, Josua, fl. 1632-1646.
- Publication
- London :: Printed for Tho. Johnson,
- 1657.
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- English poetry.
- Epithets.
- English language -- Rhyme -- Dictionaries.
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"The English Parnassus, or, A helpe to English poesie containing a collection of all rhyming monosyllables, the choicest epithets, and phrases : with some general forms upon all occasions, subjects, and theams, alphabeticaly digested : together with a short institution to English poesie, by way of a preface / by Joshua Poole." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A55357.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 15, 2024.
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Page 364
That since she clean forgot her former note.
His fear the stout asp could not then dissemble.
Which since that time is ever seen to tremble,
The stars for pity drop down from their sphears,
And Cynthia in gloomy vale of night
Inshrowds the pale beams of her borrowed light.
Then envy slept, and waking wept,
And cruelty it selfe sate almost crying.
There's not in all
The stock of sorrow any charme can call
Death sooner up. For misick in the breath
Of thunder, and a sweetnesse even in death
It brings with it, if you with this compare
All the loud noises that torment the aire.
Able to move,
And justifie compassion in the brest
Of unrelenting Stoicks. Fit object for the weeping ey••.
If time will not allow
His death-prevented eyes to weep enough,
Then let his dying language recommend
Whats left to his posterity to end.
Let such as shall rehearse
This story, howle like Irish at an hearse.
Which who so hears,
It makes the eyes pay ransome for the ears.