The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Svazek 5Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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Strana 46
... things past , I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought , And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste : Then can I drown an eye , unus'd to flow , For precious friends hid in death's dateless night , And weep afresh love's long ...
... things past , I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought , And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste : Then can I drown an eye , unus'd to flow , For precious friends hid in death's dateless night , And weep afresh love's long ...
Strana 54
... things turn sourest by their deeds ; Lilies that fester , smell far worse than weeds . SONNET XCV . How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame Which , like a canker in the fragrant rose , Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name ? O ...
... things turn sourest by their deeds ; Lilies that fester , smell far worse than weeds . SONNET XCV . How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame Which , like a canker in the fragrant rose , Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name ? O ...
Strana 60
... things of great receipt with ease we prove ; Among a number one is reckon'd none . Then in the number let me pass untold , Though in thy stores ' account I one must be ; For nothing hold me , so it please thee hold That nothing me , a ...
... things of great receipt with ease we prove ; Among a number one is reckon'd none . Then in the number let me pass untold , Though in thy stores ' account I one must be ; For nothing hold me , so it please thee hold That nothing me , a ...
Strana 82
... things without , which round about we see , We seek to know , and how therewith to do : But that whereby we reason , live , and be , Within ourselves , we strangers are thereto . We seek to know the moving of each sphere , And the ...
... things without , which round about we see , We seek to know , and how therewith to do : But that whereby we reason , live , and be , Within ourselves , we strangers are thereto . We seek to know the moving of each sphere , And the ...
Strana 83
... things present with things past , And thereby things to come doth oft foresee ; When she doth doubt at first , and choose at last , These acts her own , without her body be . When of the dew , which th ' eye and ear do take From flow'rs ...
... things present with things past , And thereby things to come doth oft foresee ; When she doth doubt at first , and choose at last , These acts her own , without her body be . When of the dew , which th ' eye and ear do take From flow'rs ...
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angels bear beasts beauty Ben Jonson blood bloud body breath breed brest COUNTESS OF BEDFORD court dare dead dear death didst disdaine Donne dost doth Earth ELEGY eyes face fair fall falne fame farre fear fire flames foes friends give glory God's grace grief grone hand hate hath haue heart Heaven Hell honour horrour JOHN DONNE king light liv'd live look Lord loue lov'd love's lust mind Muse never night nought once paine pleasure poet poison'd poor pow'r praise prince rage rais'd rest SATIRE III SATIRE VI Satires scape scorne seem'd shame sight sinne sonne SONNET soul sprite straight strange Sunne sweet tears terrour thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thyself tongue true twixt unto us'd verse vex'd virtue Whil'st wrath wretched
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Strana 46 - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...
Strana 56 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Strana 69 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Strana 451 - I behold like a Spanish great galleon and an English man-of-war. Master Coleridge, like the former, was built far higher in learning, solid, but slow in his performances. CVL, with the English man-of-war, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about, and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Strana 198 - Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
Strana 69 - While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Strana 71 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat — Come hither, come hither, come hither ! Here shall we see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live i...
Strana 55 - The forward violet thus did I chide ; — Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath ? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells, In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dy'd.
Strana 59 - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait On purpose laid to make the taker mad; Mad in pursuit, and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
Strana 55 - From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing, That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him: Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell...