The Life and Letters of John Donne: Dean of St. Paul's, Том 2Dodd, Mead, 1899 |
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... what a strange blindness the poets were afflicted ! On the same winter morning Ben Jonson handed to " virtuous Somerset " a copy of verses even more enthusi- L astic than those of Donne . What the feelings 32 LIFE OF JOHN DONNE.
... what a strange blindness the poets were afflicted ! On the same winter morning Ben Jonson handed to " virtuous Somerset " a copy of verses even more enthusi- L astic than those of Donne . What the feelings 32 LIFE OF JOHN DONNE.
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... verse and of fancy when he came to write his immortal elegy on Crashaw . Donne pro- ceeds , with a cleverness sometimes forced to the peril of his imagination , for 260 nervous lines , and closes with a rash vow to write poetry no more ...
... verse and of fancy when he came to write his immortal elegy on Crashaw . Donne pro- ceeds , with a cleverness sometimes forced to the peril of his imagination , for 260 nervous lines , and closes with a rash vow to write poetry no more ...
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... verse . Sir Thomas Roe , one of Donne's most faithful friends , is presented to us in the next letter as passing through London on his way from court . He was doubtless pro- 1 From the Letters of 1651 . - ceeding to the country to make ...
... verse . Sir Thomas Roe , one of Donne's most faithful friends , is presented to us in the next letter as passing through London on his way from court . He was doubtless pro- 1 From the Letters of 1651 . - ceeding to the country to make ...
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... verse , A nostre Comtesse chez vous , as that I may not put it in amongst the rest to persons of that rank ; for I desire very very much that something should bear her name in the book , and I would be just to my written 68 LIFE OF JOHN ...
... verse , A nostre Comtesse chez vous , as that I may not put it in amongst the rest to persons of that rank ; for I desire very very much that something should bear her name in the book , and I would be just to my written 68 LIFE OF JOHN ...
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... verses which he had never been able to make up his mind as a layman to print . The least opposition from Sir Henry Goodyer or the Countess of Bedford would suffice , at such a busy moment , to divert his thoughts from so untimely a ...
... verses which he had never been able to make up his mind as a layman to print . The least opposition from Sir Henry Goodyer or the Countess of Bedford would suffice , at such a busy moment , to divert his thoughts from so untimely a ...
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Сторінка 366 - 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. From rest and sleep, which but thy picture be, Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow; And Soonest our best men with thee do go — Rest of their bones and souls
Сторінка 279 - Since I am coming to that holy room Where, with Thy choir of saints for evermore, I shall be made Thy music; as I come I tune the instrument here at the door, And what I must do then, think here before.
Сторінка 232 - And Pharaoh rose up in the night, he, and all his servants, and all the Egyptians; and there was a great cry in Egypt ; for there was not a house where there was not one dead.
Сторінка 366 - Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well, And better than thy stroke ; why swell'st thou then ? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more ; Death, thou shalt die.
Сторінка 196 - Which was my sin, though it were done before ? Wilt thou forgive that sin through which I run, And do run still, though still I do deplore ? When thou hast done, thou hast not done, For I have more.
Сторінка 108 - At the round earth's imagined corners, blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go, All whom the flood did, and fire shall o'erthrow, All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath slain, and you whose eyes Shall behold God, and never taste death's woe.
Сторінка 316 - Oh could we copy their mild virtues, then What joy to live, what blessedness to die! Methinks their very names shine still and bright; Apart — like glow-worms on a summer night; Or lonely tapers when from far they fling A guiding ray; or seen — like stars on high, Satellites burning in a lucid ring Around meek Walton's heavenly memory.
Сторінка 153 - May, in the sixteenth year of our Reign, of England, France and Ireland; and of Scotland the one and fiftieth.
Сторінка 280 - ... one place: Look, Lord, and find both Adams met in me; As the first Adam's sweat surrounds my face, May the last Adam's blood my soul embrace. So, in his purple wrapped receive me Lord, By these his thorns give me his other crown; And as to others...
Сторінка 82 - ... an angel from a cloud, but in none ; carrying some, as St. Paul was, to Heaven in holy raptures, and enticing others by a sacred art and courtship to amend their lives : here picturing a Vice so as to make it ugly to those that practised it ; and a Virtue so as to make it beloved, even by those that loved it not ; and all this with a most particular grace and an unexpressible addition of comeliness.