The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers and a General Introduction, المجلد 2Macmillan, 1882 |
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... breath she blows them up to heaven . She wears a robe enchased with eagles ' eyes , To signify her sight in mysteries : Upon each shoulder sits a milk - white dove , And at her feet do witty serpents move : Her spacious arms do reach ...
... breath she blows them up to heaven . She wears a robe enchased with eagles ' eyes , To signify her sight in mysteries : Upon each shoulder sits a milk - white dove , And at her feet do witty serpents move : Her spacious arms do reach ...
الصفحة 23
... complain or wish for death , With holy Paul , lest it be thought the breath Of discontent ; or that these prayers be For weariness of life , not love of Thee . WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN . [ WILLIAM DRUMMOND was born BEN JONSON . 23.
... complain or wish for death , With holy Paul , lest it be thought the breath Of discontent ; or that these prayers be For weariness of life , not love of Thee . WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN . [ WILLIAM DRUMMOND was born BEN JONSON . 23.
الصفحة 36
... breath , For late - born sorrows augur fleet return . Amidst thy sacred cares and courtly toils , Alexis , when thou shalt hear wand'ring Fame Tell Death hath triumph'd o'er my mortal spoils , And that on earth I am but a sad name ; If ...
... breath , For late - born sorrows augur fleet return . Amidst thy sacred cares and courtly toils , Alexis , when thou shalt hear wand'ring Fame Tell Death hath triumph'd o'er my mortal spoils , And that on earth I am but a sad name ; If ...
الصفحة 39
... breath . Now judge which of us two might be most proud ; He got a kiss yet not enjoy'd it right , And I got none , yet tasted that delight Which Venus on Adonis once bestow'd : He only got the body of a kiss , And I the soul of it ...
... breath . Now judge which of us two might be most proud ; He got a kiss yet not enjoy'd it right , And I got none , yet tasted that delight Which Venus on Adonis once bestow'd : He only got the body of a kiss , And I the soul of it ...
الصفحة 41
... breath Who live assured of nothing but of death ? Who was so happy yet As never had some cross ? Though on a throne he sit , And is not vexed with loss , Yet fortune once will toss Him , when that least he would ; If one had all at once ...
... breath Who live assured of nothing but of death ? Who was so happy yet As never had some cross ? Though on a throne he sit , And is not vexed with loss , Yet fortune once will toss Him , when that least he would ; If one had all at once ...
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Absalom and Achitophel Achitophel Anne Killigrew beauty Ben Jonson born breast breath bright Carew Castara Catullus Comus Cowley crown death delight died divine dost doth Dryden earth EDMUND W English English poetry eternal eyes fair fame fancy fate fear fire flame flowers foes Giles Fletcher give glory grace hand happy hast hath heart heaven hell Herbert heroic couplet Herrick hill honour Hudibras John Dryden Jonson King Lady light lines live Lord Lycidas Milton mind mistress Muse nature never night o'er once Paradise Paradise Lost Paradise Regained passion pleasure poems poet poetic poetry praise pride reign rhyme rose sacred satire shade shine sighs sight sing sleep song sonnet soul spirit stars sweet tears thee thine things thou thought tree verse Waller wanton winds wings write youth
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الصفحة 323 - Had ye been there — for what could that have done ? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore...
الصفحة 352 - Me miserable ! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair ? Which way I fly is hell ; myself am hell ; And in the lowest deep a lower deep Still threatening to devour me opens wide ; To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.
الصفحة 307 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
الصفحة 337 - He scarce had ceased when the superior Fiend Was moving toward the shore ; his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast. The broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
الصفحة 184 - Going to the Wars TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True; a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
الصفحة 218 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
الصفحة 326 - Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves; Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
الصفحة 178 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
الصفحة 311 - And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
الصفحة 357 - The birds their quire apply ; airs, vernal airs, Breathing the smell of field and grove, attune The trembling leaves, while universal Pan, Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance, Led on the eternal spring.