The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Том 5Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... stand ? Sweet love , what spite hath thy fair colour spent ? Why art thou thus attir'd in discontent ? Unmask , dear dear , this moody heaviness , And tell thy grief , that we may give redress . " Three times with sighs she gives her ...
... stand ? Sweet love , what spite hath thy fair colour spent ? Why art thou thus attir'd in discontent ? Unmask , dear dear , this moody heaviness , And tell thy grief , that we may give redress . " Three times with sighs she gives her ...
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... stand , Praising thy worth , despite his cruel hand . SONNET LXI . Is it thy will , thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night ? Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken , While shadows , like to thee , do mock ...
... stand , Praising thy worth , despite his cruel hand . SONNET LXI . Is it thy will , thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night ? Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken , While shadows , like to thee , do mock ...
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... stand ! To be so tickled , they would change their state And situation with those dancing chips , O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait , Making dead wood more bless'd than living lips . Since saucy jacks so happy are in this ...
... stand ! To be so tickled , they would change their state And situation with those dancing chips , O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait , Making dead wood more bless'd than living lips . Since saucy jacks so happy are in this ...
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... stand , And was my own fee - simple , ( not in part ) What with his art in youth , and youth in art , Threw my affections in his charmed power , Reserv'd the stalk , and gave him all my flower . " Yet did I not , as some my equals did ...
... stand , And was my own fee - simple , ( not in part ) What with his art in youth , and youth in art , Threw my affections in his charmed power , Reserv'd the stalk , and gave him all my flower . " Yet did I not , as some my equals did ...
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... stand . Stay long ( sweet spirit ) ere thou to Heaven depart , Who mak'st each place a Heaven wherein thou art . Her majesty's devoted subject and servant , July 11 , 1592 . THE INTRODUCTION ' . JOHN DAVIES . WAY did my parents send me ...
... stand . Stay long ( sweet spirit ) ere thou to Heaven depart , Who mak'st each place a Heaven wherein thou art . Her majesty's devoted subject and servant , July 11 , 1592 . THE INTRODUCTION ' . JOHN DAVIES . WAY did my parents send me ...
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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...