The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Том 5Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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Сторінка 53
... fame ! But since your worth ( wide , as the ocean is ) The humble as the proudest sail doth bear , My saucy bark , inferior far to his , On your broad main doth wilfully appear . Your shallowest help will hold me up afloat , Whilst he ...
... fame ! But since your worth ( wide , as the ocean is ) The humble as the proudest sail doth bear , My saucy bark , inferior far to his , On your broad main doth wilfully appear . Your shallowest help will hold me up afloat , Whilst he ...
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... fame so to herself contrives , The scars of battle scapeth by the flight , And makes her absence valiant , not her might . " O pardon me , in that my boast is true ; The accident which brought me to her eye , Upon the moment did her ...
... fame so to herself contrives , The scars of battle scapeth by the flight , And makes her absence valiant , not her might . " O pardon me , in that my boast is true ; The accident which brought me to her eye , Upon the moment did her ...
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... fame to gain , By tombs , by books , by memorable deeds ; For she that this desires , doth still remain . Hence , lastly , springs care of posterities , For things their kind would everlasting make : Hence is it , that old men do plant ...
... fame to gain , By tombs , by books , by memorable deeds ; For she that this desires , doth still remain . Hence , lastly , springs care of posterities , For things their kind would everlasting make : Hence is it , that old men do plant ...
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... fame So much as this poor song , which testifies I did unto that day some sacrifice . I. THE TIME OF THE MARRIAGE . THOU art repriev'd , old Year , thou shalt not die , Though thou upon thy death - bed lie , And should'st within five ...
... fame So much as this poor song , which testifies I did unto that day some sacrifice . I. THE TIME OF THE MARRIAGE . THOU art repriev'd , old Year , thou shalt not die , Though thou upon thy death - bed lie , And should'st within five ...
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... fame , as much [ rhymes As spice doth bodies from corrupt air's touch . Mine are short - liv'd ; the tincture of your name Creates in them , but dissipates as fast New spirits ; for strong agents with the same Force , that doth warm and ...
... fame , as much [ rhymes As spice doth bodies from corrupt air's touch . Mine are short - liv'd ; the tincture of your name Creates in them , but dissipates as fast New spirits ; for strong agents with the same Force , that doth warm and ...
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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...