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 16, 2024.
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Page 444
Renews her self in that she doth consume,
O happy! thine own h••ir: what ruines all
Addes strength to thee; restor'd by Funerall,
Age, thou not dying, dies. The ages gone
Were seen by thee, the revolution
Of time thou knowest; then when the tumid main
Swallowed the Mountains in his l••quid Plain,
When Phaetons errour set the world on fire,
None touch'd thy safety, nor didst thou expire,
With stifled earth. The destinies nor draw,
Nor cut thy thread, nor subject to their law.
The Bird of silver Ganges.