The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Том 5Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... terrour die . " Had Collatinus kill'd my son or sire , Or lain in ambush to betray my life , Or were he not my dear friend , this desire Might have excuse to work upon his wife ; As in revenge or quittal of such strife : But as he is my ...
... terrour die . " Had Collatinus kill'd my son or sire , Or lain in ambush to betray my life , Or were he not my dear friend , this desire Might have excuse to work upon his wife ; As in revenge or quittal of such strife : But as he is my ...
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... terrour ' t is !, but she , in worser taking , From sleep disturbed , heedfully doth view The sight which makes supposed terrour true . Wrapp'd and confounded in a thousand fears , Like to a new - kill'd bird she trembling lies ; She ...
... terrour ' t is !, but she , in worser taking , From sleep disturbed , heedfully doth view The sight which makes supposed terrour true . Wrapp'd and confounded in a thousand fears , Like to a new - kill'd bird she trembling lies ; She ...
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... terrour and dear modesty , Encamp'd in hearts , but fighting outwardly . " And lo ! behold these talents of their hair , With twisted metal ' amorously impleach'd , I have receiv'd from many a several fair , ( Their kind acceptance ...
... terrour and dear modesty , Encamp'd in hearts , but fighting outwardly . " And lo ! behold these talents of their hair , With twisted metal ' amorously impleach'd , I have receiv'd from many a several fair , ( Their kind acceptance ...
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... terrour she from thence doth fly , And loaths the wat'ry glass wherein she gaz'd , And shuns it still , though she for thirst doth die : E'en so man's soul which did God's image bear , And was at first fair , good , and spotless pure ...
... terrour she from thence doth fly , And loaths the wat'ry glass wherein she gaz'd , And shuns it still , though she for thirst doth die : E'en so man's soul which did God's image bear , And was at first fair , good , and spotless pure ...
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... terrour , anguish , grief denounces ; Her happy state courage , ease , joy pronounces . From out the crystal palace of her breast , The clearer soul was call'd to endless rest , ( Not by the thund'ring voice , wherewith God threats ...
... terrour , anguish , grief denounces ; Her happy state courage , ease , joy pronounces . From out the crystal palace of her breast , The clearer soul was call'd to endless rest , ( Not by the thund'ring voice , wherewith God threats ...
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angels bear beasts beauty Ben Jonson blood bloud body breath breed brest COUNTESS OF BEDFORD court dare dead dear death didst disdaine Donne dost doth Earth ELEGY eyes face fair fall falne fame farre fear fire flames foes friends give glory God's grace grief grone hand hate hath haue heart Heaven Hell honour horrour JOHN DONNE king light liv'd live look Lord loue lov'd love's lust mind Muse never night nought once paine pleasure poet poison'd poor pow'r praise prince rage rais'd rest SATIRE III SATIRE VI Satires scape scorne seem'd shame sight sinne sonne SONNET soul sprite straight strange Sunne sweet tears terrour thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thyself tongue true twixt unto us'd verse vex'd virtue Whil'st wrath wretched
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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...
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