The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Volume 5Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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Pagina 18
... thine ( Though mine be not so fair , yet are they red ) The kiss shall be thine own as well as mine : - What see'st thou in the ground ? bold up thy head ; Look in mine eye - balls where thy beauty lies : Then why not lips on lips ...
... thine ( Though mine be not so fair , yet are they red ) The kiss shall be thine own as well as mine : - What see'st thou in the ground ? bold up thy head ; Look in mine eye - balls where thy beauty lies : Then why not lips on lips ...
Pagina 19
... thine own law forlorn , Look , when a painter would surpass the life ,. here , That thine may live , when thou thyself art dead ; And so in spite of death thou do'st survive , In that thy likeness still is left alive . " By this , the ...
... thine own law forlorn , Look , when a painter would surpass the life ,. here , That thine may live , when thou thyself art dead ; And so in spite of death thou do'st survive , In that thy likeness still is left alive . " By this , the ...
Pagina 32
... thine , For those thine eyes betray thee unto mine . " Thus I forestall thee , if thou mean to chide : Thy beauty hath ensnar'd thee to this night , Where thou with patience must my will abide , My will that marks thee for my earth's ...
... thine , For those thine eyes betray thee unto mine . " Thus I forestall thee , if thou mean to chide : Thy beauty hath ensnar'd thee to this night , Where thou with patience must my will abide , My will that marks thee for my earth's ...
Pagina 34
... thine honour lay in me , From me by strong assault it is bereft . My honey lost , and I , a drone - like bee , Have no perfection of my summer left , But robb'd and ransack'd by injurious theft : In thy weak hive a wandering wasp hath ...
... thine honour lay in me , From me by strong assault it is bereft . My honey lost , and I , a drone - like bee , Have no perfection of my summer left , But robb'd and ransack'd by injurious theft : In thy weak hive a wandering wasp hath ...
Pagina 39
... thine enemies . " Show me the strumpet that began this stir , That with my nails her beauty I may tear . Thy heat of lust , fond Paris , did incur This load of wrath that burning Troy doth bear ; Thy eye kindled the fire that burneth ...
... thine enemies . " Show me the strumpet that began this stir , That with my nails her beauty I may tear . Thy heat of lust , fond Paris , did incur This load of wrath that burning Troy doth bear ; Thy eye kindled the fire that burneth ...
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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
Populaire passages
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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!
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...