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 254
And though she cast it back, the silken slips,
S••ill forward steal and hang upon her lips
Whereat she sweetly angry with her laces,
Binds up the wanton locks in curious traces,
Whilst twisting with her joynts, each hair long linger••
As loath to be inchaind, but with her fingers;
Then on her head a dressing like a crown,
Her breasts all bare, her kirtle hanging down,
And all things off, which rightly ever be
Call'd the foul fair marks of our miserie,
Except her last, which enviously doth feize her,
Lest any eye partake with it in pleasure,
Prepares for sweetest rest, till Sylvans greet her
And longingly the down bed swels to meet her,
So by degrees, &c.