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.
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London :: Printed for Tho. Johnson,
1657.
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English poetry.
Epithets.
English language -- Rhyme -- Dictionaries.
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Death-bed. v. approaching death.
When the latest sand Of the spent hower-glass is now at hand, And as she spake that word, her voice did alter Her breath grew cold, her speech began to faulter, Fain would she utter more, but her faint tongue, Not able to goe forward faild, and c••••nge To her dry roof—when the drum of death, Beats a cold march. When deaths pale-slags advanced in his cheeks, His eyes turning round in the dance of death. Lips trembling, as though they kist their neighbour death Ready to take his oaths to be deaths true liege-man, Death swims and baths her self within his eyes, He gasps for breath, as the grave gasps for him. That hath id the last stage of life, Lises candle twinckles within the socket, When he hath bid the world and life adieve, And set one foot within grimme Charons boa, Expecting every minute deaths sad summons Lifes wilight. When his last testament and grave, Is made an icy stifness, benums by blood.
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