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... delight ; Without mask , or ball , or feast , Sweetly spends a winter's night : O'er that darkness , whence is thrust Prayer and sleep , oft governs lust . 7 She her throne makes reason climb ; While wild passions captive lie : And ...
... delight ; Without mask , or ball , or feast , Sweetly spends a winter's night : O'er that darkness , whence is thrust Prayer and sleep , oft governs lust . 7 She her throne makes reason climb ; While wild passions captive lie : And ...
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... delight , They scaled the stored crab with clasped knee , Till they had sated their delicious eye : Or search'd the hopeful thicks of hedgy rows , For briary berries , or haws , or sourer sloes : Or when they meant to fare the fin'st of ...
... delight , They scaled the stored crab with clasped knee , Till they had sated their delicious eye : Or search'd the hopeful thicks of hedgy rows , For briary berries , or haws , or sourer sloes : Or when they meant to fare the fin'st of ...
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... delight , And so to bid good night ? ' Tis pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth , And lose you quite . 3 But you are lovely leaves , where we May read how soon things have Their end , though ne'er so brave : And after ...
... delight , And so to bid good night ? ' Tis pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth , And lose you quite . 3 But you are lovely leaves , where we May read how soon things have Their end , though ne'er so brave : And after ...
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... delight Lies drown'd with us in endless night . Then , while time serves , and we are but decaying , Come , my Corinna , come , let's go a - Maying ! JEPHTHAH'S Daughter . 10 thou , the wonder of all days ! O paragon and pearl of praise ...
... delight Lies drown'd with us in endless night . Then , while time serves , and we are but decaying , Come , my Corinna , come , let's go a - Maying ! JEPHTHAH'S Daughter . 10 thou , the wonder of all days ! O paragon and pearl of praise ...
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... delight and surprise . He had written , it appears , three books on the Civil War , to the time of the battle of Newbury , which he destroyed . It is a pity , perhaps , that he had not preserved and completed the work . His intimacy ...
... delight and surprise . He had written , it appears , three books on the Civil War , to the time of the battle of Newbury , which he destroyed . It is a pity , perhaps , that he had not preserved and completed the work . His intimacy ...
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Anacreon angels battle of Newbury beasts beauty Ben Jonson bless'd blood breath bright brought Castara Chertsey clouds Cowley crown dark dead death delight didst divine doth dust e'er earth eyes fair fame fancy fate fear feast fire flame flowers glory God's Goltho Gondibert grace grief grow hand hath head heart heaven hunt Ismenus Jonathan pierced JOSEPH BEAUMONT King light live look Lord Lord St Albans mighty mind mirth Muse ne'er never night o'er Pharaoh Pindar poems poet poor praise prince proud rich ROBERT HERRICK ROGET sacred savage justice shade shine sight sing sleep smile song soul spirit spring stars sweet tears thee thine things thou dost thought trees twas Twixt unto verse wanton weep weeping night Whilst WILLIAM DAVENANT wind wings wounds youth
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Сторінка 21 - Ah BEN! Say how, or when Shall we thy guests Meet at those lyric feasts, Made at the Sun, The Dog, the Triple Tun ? Where we such clusters had, As made us nobly wild, not mad ; And yet each verse of thine Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.
Сторінка 263 - Love not the world, neither the things that are in the world. If any man love the world, the love of the Father is not in him. For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, is not of the Father, but is of the world. And the world passeth away, and the lust thereof: but he that doeth the will of God abideth for ever.
Сторінка 178 - Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade. Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside...
Сторінка 112 - Shall I wasting in Despair, Die because a woman's fair? Or make pale my cheeks with care, Cause another's rosy are? Be she fairer than the Day, Or the Flowery Meads in May; If she be not so to me, What care I, how fair she be.
Сторінка 32 - Get up, get up for shame ! the blooming morn Upon her wings presents the god unshorn. See how Aurora throws her fair Fresh-quilted colours through the air: Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree. Each flower has wept, and bow'd toward the east. Above an hour since ; yet you not drest, Nay ! not so much as out of bed ? When all the birds have matins said, And sung their thankful hymns : 'tis sin, Nay, profanation, to keep in, — Whenas a thousand virgins on this day,...
Сторінка 24 - Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. » We have short time to stay as you; We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you or anything.
Сторінка 177 - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
Сторінка 32 - Come, my Corinna, come; and, coming, mark How each field turns a street, each street a park Made green and trimm'd with trees: see how Devotion gives each house a bough Or branch: each porch, each door, ere this An ark, a tabernacle is, Made up of white-thorn neatly interwove; As if here were those cooler shades of love.
Сторінка 177 - Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, And Innocence, thy sister dear? Mistaken long, I sought you then In busy companies of men: Your sacred plants, if here below, Only among the plants will grow; Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So amorous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress
Сторінка 113 - Think what with them they would do That without them dare to woo ; And unless that mind I see, What care I how great she be ? Great, or good, or kind, or fair, I will ne'er the more despair: If she love me, this believe, I will die ere she shall grieve...