The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Том 5Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... sound enter there ; Lest the deceiving harmony should run Into the quiet closure of my breast ; And then my little ... sounds , resembling parasites , Like shrill - tongu'd tapsters , answering every call , Soothing the humour of ...
... sound enter there ; Lest the deceiving harmony should run Into the quiet closure of my breast ; And then my little ... sounds , resembling parasites , Like shrill - tongu'd tapsters , answering every call , Soothing the humour of ...
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... sound of hope doth labour to expell ; For now reviving joy bids her rejoice , And flatters her , it is Adonis ' voice . Whereat her tears began to turn their tide , Being prison'd in her eye , like pearls in glass ; Yet sometimes falls ...
... sound of hope doth labour to expell ; For now reviving joy bids her rejoice , And flatters her , it is Adonis ' voice . Whereat her tears began to turn their tide , Being prison'd in her eye , like pearls in glass ; Yet sometimes falls ...
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... sound a parley to his heartless foe , Who o'er the white sheet peers her whiter chin , The reason of this rash alarm to know , Which he by dumb demeanour seeks to show ; But she with vehement prayers urgeth still , Under what colour he ...
... sound a parley to his heartless foe , Who o'er the white sheet peers her whiter chin , The reason of this rash alarm to know , Which he by dumb demeanour seeks to show ; But she with vehement prayers urgeth still , Under what colour he ...
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... sound advice ; All jointly listening , but with several graces , As if some mermaid did their ears entice ; Some high , some low , the painter was so nice : The scalps of many , almost hid behind , To jump up higher seem'd , to mock the ...
... sound advice ; All jointly listening , but with several graces , As if some mermaid did their ears entice ; Some high , some low , the painter was so nice : The scalps of many , almost hid behind , To jump up higher seem'd , to mock the ...
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... sounds With thy sweet fingers , when thou gently sway'st The wiry concord that mine ear confounds , Do I envy those jacks ... sound ; I grant I never saw a goddess go , - My mistress , when she walks , treads on the ground ; And yet , by ...
... sounds With thy sweet fingers , when thou gently sway'st The wiry concord that mine ear confounds , Do I envy those jacks ... sound ; I grant I never saw a goddess go , - My mistress , when she walks , treads on the ground ; And yet , by ...
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The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Том 5 Alexander Chalmers Повний перегляд - 1810 |
The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Том 5 Alexander Chalmers Повний перегляд - 1810 |
The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Том 5 Alexander Chalmers Повний перегляд - 1810 |
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Сторінка 46 - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...
Сторінка 56 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Сторінка 69 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Сторінка 451 - I behold like a Spanish great galleon and an English man-of-war. Master Coleridge, like the former, was built far higher in learning, solid, but slow in his performances. CVL, with the English man-of-war, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about, and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Сторінка 198 - 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.
Сторінка 69 - While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Сторінка 71 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat — Come hither, come hither, come hither ! Here shall we see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live i...
Сторінка 55 - The forward violet thus did I chide ; — Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath ? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells, In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dy'd.
Сторінка 59 - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait On purpose laid to make the taker mad; Mad in pursuit, and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
Сторінка 55 - From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing, That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him: Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell...