Bell's Edition, Томи 25 – 26J. Bell, 1800 |
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... thought fit , The universal monarchy of wit : Here lie two flamens , and both those the best , Apollo's first , at last the true God's priest . VOL . III . THO . CARY . LONDON : PRINTED AND PUBLISHED BY G. CAWTHORN , BRITISH LIBRARY ...
... thought fit , The universal monarchy of wit : Here lie two flamens , and both those the best , Apollo's first , at last the true God's priest . VOL . III . THO . CARY . LONDON : PRINTED AND PUBLISHED BY G. CAWTHORN , BRITISH LIBRARY ...
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... thought That his own feet or breath the smell had wrought : But as we in our isle imprisoned , Where cattle only and divers dogs are bred , 30 The precious unicorns strange monsters call , be So thought he sweet strange that had none at ...
... thought That his own feet or breath the smell had wrought : But as we in our isle imprisoned , Where cattle only and divers dogs are bred , 30 The precious unicorns strange monsters call , be So thought he sweet strange that had none at ...
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... rot thee ; and dwell with thee . Itching desire , and no ability , May all the evils that gold ever wrought , All mischiefs that all devils ever thought , ! II . Donne . ] Cij pira Want after plenty , poor and gouty age , ELEGIES . 27.
... rot thee ; and dwell with thee . Itching desire , and no ability , May all the evils that gold ever wrought , All mischiefs that all devils ever thought , ! II . Donne . ] Cij pira Want after plenty , poor and gouty age , ELEGIES . 27.
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... thought dark as mine are ; I could lend them obscureness now , and say Out of myself : there should be no more day : Such is already myself - want of sight , Did not the fire within me force a light . A Oh , Love that fire and darkness ...
... thought dark as mine are ; I could lend them obscureness now , and say Out of myself : there should be no more day : Such is already myself - want of sight , Did not the fire within me force a light . A Oh , Love that fire and darkness ...
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... thoughts , and dreams : Love never wanteth shifts . I will not look upon the quick'ning sun , But straight her beauty to my sense shall run ; The air shall note her soft , the fire most pure , Waters suggest her clear , and the earth ...
... thoughts , and dreams : Love never wanteth shifts . I will not look upon the quick'ning sun , But straight her beauty to my sense shall run ; The air shall note her soft , the fire most pure , Waters suggest her clear , and the earth ...
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altho ancient Androgeus arms Atride bear beasts beauty blood body Calchas Carthage cold ashes Cooper's Hill COUNTESS OF BEDFORD court dark dead death delight Dido Donne dost doth dwell Dymas earth ELEGY ev'n ev'ry Exeter Exchange eyes fair faith fall fame fate father fear fire flame foes force friends gave give gods gold grave grief grow hand happy hast hath heart heav'n honour hope Hugh Peters Hypanis immortal Iphitus Jove's kings leave less light live lost lov'd man's mind Muse Nature never numbers plac'd pleasure poets pow'r praise Priam prince Pyrrhus rage reason rhyme Rome Samnites seem'd sense shalt Sir John Denham soul stood Tarentum tears thee thence thine things thou art thoughts thro thyself triumph Trojan Troy truth Twas twixt unto verse virtue Whilst wise words wound youth
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Сторінка ix - No crime so bold but would be understood A real, or at least, a seeming good. Who fears not to do ill, yet fears the name, And, free from conscience, is a slave to fame. Thus he the church at once protects and spoils ; But princes' swords are sharper than their styles : And thus to th' ages past he makes amends, Their charity destroys, their faith defends.
Сторінка xi - Brings home to us, and makes both Indies ours; Finds wealth where 'tis, bestows it where it wants, Cities in deserts, woods in cities plants; So that to us no thing, no place is strange, While his fair bosom is the world's exchange.
Сторінка x - Can knowledge have no bound, but must advance So far, to make us wish for ignorance, And rather in the dark to grope our way Than, led by a false guide, to err by day...
Сторінка 191 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
Сторінка xiii - But his proud head the airy mountain hides among the clouds ; his shoulders and his sides a shady mantle clothes ; his curled brows frown on the gentle stream, which calmly flows, while winds and storms his lofty forehead beat; the common fate of all that's high or great.
Сторінка x - My eye, descending from the Hill, surveys Where Thames among the wanton valleys strays. Thames ! the most loved of all the Ocean's sons, By his old sire, to his embraces runs, Hasting to pay his tribute to the sea, Like mortal life to meet eternity ; Though with those streams he no resemblance hold, Whose foam is amber, and their gravel gold * : His genuine and less guilty...
Сторінка v - Sure there are poets which did never dream upon Parnassus, nor did taste the stream • of Helicon ; we therefore may suppose those made not poets, but the poets those...
Сторінка 191 - is the work that confers upon him the rank and dignity of an original author. He seems to have been, at least among us, the author of a species of composition that may be denominated local poetry, of which the fundamental subject is some particular landscape, to b« poetically described with the addition of such embellishments as may be supplied by historical retrospection or incidental meditation.
Сторінка 191 - The lines are in themselves not perfect ; for most of the words, thus artfully opposed, are to be understood simply on one side of the comparison, and metaphorically on the other ; and if there be any language which does not express intellectual operations, by material images, into that language they cannot be translated.
Сторінка xv - But whither am I stray'd ? I need not raise Trophies to thee from other men's dispraise : Nor is thy fame on lesser ruins built, Nor needs thy juster title the foul guilt Of Eastern kings, who, to secure their reign, Must have their brothers, sons, and kindred slain.