Selected Poems: Henry King, Elegies, Etc ; Izaak Walton, Verse-remainsJ.R. Tutin, 1904 - 62 стор. |
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... Fate Suspends uncertain victory , Our souls ( which to advance their state Were gone out ) hung ' twixt her and me . And whilst our souls negotiate there , We like sepulchral statues lay ; All day , the same our postures were , And we ...
... Fate Suspends uncertain victory , Our souls ( which to advance their state Were gone out ) hung ' twixt her and me . And whilst our souls negotiate there , We like sepulchral statues lay ; All day , the same our postures were , And we ...
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... Fate , Chance , Kings , and desperate men , And dost with poison , war , and sickness dwell , And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well , And better than thy stroke ; why swell'st thou , then ? One short sleep past , we wake ...
... Fate , Chance , Kings , and desperate men , And dost with poison , war , and sickness dwell , And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well , And better than thy stroke ; why swell'st thou , then ? One short sleep past , we wake ...
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... fate Those worst acts of my life incinerate . He shall in story fill a glorious room , Whose ashes and whose sins sleep in one tomb . If now to my cold hearse thou deign to bring Some melting sighs as thy last offering , My peaceful ...
... fate Those worst acts of my life incinerate . He shall in story fill a glorious room , Whose ashes and whose sins sleep in one tomb . If now to my cold hearse thou deign to bring Some melting sighs as thy last offering , My peaceful ...
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... fate , My task hath been to meditate On thee , on thee : thou art the book , The library , whereon I look , Though almost blind . For thee , loved clay , I languish out , not live , the day , Using no other exercise But what I practise ...
... fate , My task hath been to meditate On thee , on thee : thou art the book , The library , whereon I look , Though almost blind . For thee , loved clay , I languish out , not live , the day , Using no other exercise But what I practise ...
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... fate shall overtake : Till age , or grief , or sickness must Marry my body to that dust It so much loves ; and fill the room My heart keeps empty in thy tomb . Stay for me there ; I will not fail To meet thee in that hollow vale . And ...
... fate shall overtake : Till age , or grief , or sickness must Marry my body to that dust It so much loves ; and fill the room My heart keeps empty in thy tomb . Stay for me there ; I will not fail To meet thee in that hollow vale . And ...
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blest body braver thence breath Damon dear death Dirge Donne's Dorus dost doth Dr Donne dream dust E. K. Chambers earth elegiac Elegies Exequy fate fear flowers funeral give God the Father gone grant thee thine grave grief hadst HARVARD COLLEGE hate hath hearse heaven Henry King holy honour hope Hymn IZAAK WALTON John Donne Jonson joys Legacy let me love Little think'st thou live Love's lovers Mary Magdalen mind mortals Mourning Muses ne'er never passion Poems praise scape sense Sic Vita sigh'st sighs silence sing sleep songs Sonnets sorrow soul soul's spring stay subtle Synagogue taught'st tears thine own wish things Thou art Thou hast Thou lov'st thou wilt thou wouldst thoughts thy heart thyself true twas Twill twixt unto verse vows wake William Cartwright Wilt Thou forgive youth
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Сторінка 34 - 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. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures...
Сторінка 18 - A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning As virtuous men pass mildly away, And whisper to their souls, to go, Whilst some of their sad friends do say, The breath goes now, and some say, no...
Сторінка 59 - I in these flowery meads would be : These crystal streams should solace me ; To whose harmonious bubbling noise I with my Angle would rejoice: Sit here, and see the turtle-dove Court his chaste mate to acts of love : Or, on that bank, feel the west wind Breathe health and plenty : please my mind, To see sweet dew-drops kiss these flowers, And then...
Сторінка 19 - Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears, Men reckon what it did and meant; But trepidation of the spheres, Though greater far, is innocent. Dull sublunary lovers' love (Whose soul is sense) cannot admit Absence, because it doth remove Those things which elemented it. But we by a love so much...
Сторінка 25 - WHEN my grave is broke up again Some second guest to entertain, (For graves have learh'd that womanhead, To be to more than one a bed) And he, that digs it, spies A bracelet of bright hair about the bone, * Will he not let...
Сторінка 18 - Such forced fashions, And false passions, That they be Made by thee Fit for no good sight, keep them still. Send home my harmless heart again, Which no unworthy thought could stain...
Сторінка 13 - tis best To use myself in jest, Thus by feigned deaths to die. Yesternight the sun went hence, And yet is here today; He hath no desire nor sense, Nor half so short a way. Then fear not me, But believe that I shall make Speedier journeys, since I take More wings and spurs than he.
Сторінка 36 - When thou hast done, thou has not done, For I have more. Wilt thou forgive that sin which I have won Others to sin, and made my sin their door? Wilt thou forgive that sin which I did shun A year or two, but wallowed in a score? *° When thou hast done, thou hast not done, For I have more.
Сторінка 46 - Sleep on, my love, in thy cold bed, Never to be disquieted! My last good-night! Thou wilt not wake Till I thy fate shall overtake; Till age, or grief, or sickness must Marry my body to that dust It so much loves, and fill the room My heart keeps empty in thy tomb.
Сторінка 15 - THE ANNIVERSARIE All Kings, and all their favorites, All glory of honors, beauties, wits, The Sun it selfe, which makes times, as they passe, Is elder by a yeare, now, than it was When thou and I first one another saw: All other things, to their destruction draw, Only our love hath no decay...