The uncompleted edition of Wither's poems, ed. by J.M. Gutch. 4 vols, Том 21622 |
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Alexis art thou bear behold blessed Canticle cause Christ church comfort confess contemn Count Palatine Cuddy dare dear death deign delight doth e'er earth Eclogue Edom envy EPIGRAM Epithalamion esteem eternal Ev'n ev'ry evermore eyes fair faith fame Father favour fear flesh foes fortunes friends George Wither give glory grace grief hand hate hath hear heart heav'n holy honest honour hope Hymns innocence Israel Jerusalem King live Lord malice Marshalsea means mercy mind Muse myrrh ne'er never nought nymphs Philarete pity pleas'd pleasure poor praise pray Prince Religio Medici Rhine Saint Satires Satyrs scorn shame shepherds shew sing Sisera SONG sorrow soul spirit spite sweet thee there's thine things thou art thou didst thou dost thou hast thought thy name true unto villainy virtue vouchsafe whilst Willy worth wrath
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Сторінка 166 - By a daisy whose leaves spread Shut when Titan goes to bed ; Or a shady bush or tree, She could more infuse in me, Than all Nature's beauties can, In some other wiser man.
Сторінка 146 - Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Сторінка 145 - WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Сторінка 166 - Some things that may sweeten gladness, In the very gall of sadness. The dull loneness, the black shade, That these hanging vaults have made, The strange music of the waves, Beating on these hollow caves, This black den which rocks emboss, Overgrown with eldest moss : The rude portals that give light More to Terror than Delight : This my chamber of Neglect, Wall'd about with Disrespect ; From all these and this dull air, A fit object for despair, She hath taught me by her might To draw comfort and...
Сторінка 297 - I feel not in myself those common antipathies that I can discover in others : those national repugnances do not touch me, nor do I behold with prejudice the French, Italian, Spaniard, or Dutch...
Сторінка 145 - When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with roses bound, Our hearts with loyal flames; When thirsty grief in wine we steep, When healths and draughts go free, Fishes that tipple in the deep Know no such liberty. When...
Сторінка 167 - Though thou be to them a scorn That to nought but earth are born, Let my life no longer be Than I am in love with thee : Though our wise ones call...
Сторінка 167 - Beating on these hollow caves; This black den which rocks emboss, Overgrown with eldest moss: The rude portals that give light More to terror than delight; This my chamber of neglect, Walled about with disrespect. From all these, and this dull air, A fit object for despair, She hath taught me by her might To draw comfort and delight.
Сторінка 65 - I FIRST adventure, with fool-hardy might, To tread the steps of perilous despite. I first adventure, follow me who list, And be the second English satirist.
Сторінка 165 - Wer't in mortal's power to do.) She doth tell me where to borrow Comfort in the midst of sorrow ; Makes the desolatest place To her presence be a grace ; And the blackest discontents Be her fairest ornaments.