Select Beauties of Ancient English PoetryT. Cadell, 1787 - 198 стор. |
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... passage of Donne in his eye : the Swan with arched neck Between her white wings * mantling , proudly rows Her fate with oary feer . MILTON . The jealous Swan , there swimming in bis pride With his arch'd breast the waters did divide ...
... passage of Donne in his eye : the Swan with arched neck Between her white wings * mantling , proudly rows Her fate with oary feer . MILTON . The jealous Swan , there swimming in bis pride With his arch'd breast the waters did divide ...
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... passage of Donne in his eye : the Swan with arched neck * Between her white wings mantling , proudly rows Her fate with oary feet . MILTON . The jealous Swan , there fwimming in his pride With his arch'd breaft the waters did divide ...
... passage of Donne in his eye : the Swan with arched neck * Between her white wings mantling , proudly rows Her fate with oary feet . MILTON . The jealous Swan , there fwimming in his pride With his arch'd breaft the waters did divide ...
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Сторінка 107 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Сторінка 149 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas ! poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
Сторінка 60 - Thou wilt not wake Till I thy fate shall overtake: Till age, or grief, or sickness must Marry my body to that dust It so much loves; and fill the room My heart keeps empty in thy tomb.
Сторінка 156 - My great example, as it is my theme ! Tho' deep, yet clear ; tho' gentle, yet not dull ; Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
Сторінка 149 - God save him; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home: But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off,— His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience,— That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Сторінка 36 - I cannot, I, no, no ! it will not be. This is the cause that I could never yet Hang on their sleeves that weigh, as thou mayst see, A chip of chance more than a pound of wit.
Сторінка 90 - Must call thee so, the rich affection's store That fed our hopes lies now exhaust and spent, Like sums of treasure unto bankrupts lent. We that did nothing study but the way To love each other, with which thoughts the day Rose with delight to us, and with them set, Must learn the hateful art how to forget. We that did nothing wish that...
Сторінка 21 - LIKE to the falling of a star, Or as the flights of eagles are, Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue, Or silver drops of morning dew, Or like a wind that chafes the flood, Or bubbles which on water stood : Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in and paid to-night.
Сторінка 104 - With feigned solace ease a true-felt woe; Or if, deaf god, thou do deny that grace, Come as thou wilt, and what thou wilt bequeath, I long to kiss the image of my death.
Сторінка 29 - Tis vain to flee, till gentle mercy show Her better eye ; the farther off we go, The swing of Justice deals the mightier blow. Th...