The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers and a General Introduction, المجلد 2Macmillan, 1882 |
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... hope , that there It could not withered be . But thou thereon didst only breathe , And sent'st it back to me : Since when it grows , and smells , I swear , Not of itself , but thee . EPIGRAMS . TO MY MERE ENGLISH CENSURER . To thee , my ...
... hope , that there It could not withered be . But thou thereon didst only breathe , And sent'st it back to me : Since when it grows , and smells , I swear , Not of itself , but thee . EPIGRAMS . TO MY MERE ENGLISH CENSURER . To thee , my ...
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... all to me , First , midst , and last , converted One and Three ! My faith , my hope , my love ; and , in this state , My judge , my witness , and my advocate ! Where have I been this while exiled from Thee , 22 THE ENGLISH POETS .
... all to me , First , midst , and last , converted One and Three ! My faith , my hope , my love ; and , in this state , My judge , my witness , and my advocate ! Where have I been this while exiled from Thee , 22 THE ENGLISH POETS .
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... hope betray ) , Which , only white , deserves . A diamond for ever should it mark : This is the morn should bring unto this grove My love , to hear and recompense my love . Fair king , who all preserves , But show thy blushing beams ...
... hope betray ) , Which , only white , deserves . A diamond for ever should it mark : This is the morn should bring unto this grove My love , to hear and recompense my love . Fair king , who all preserves , But show thy blushing beams ...
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... hope to win ; Or that by them a copy might be seen , By you , O love , what thoughts I had within . But since the hand of Nature did not set ( As providently loth to have it known ) The means to find that hidden alphabet , Mine eyes ...
... hope to win ; Or that by them a copy might be seen , By you , O love , what thoughts I had within . But since the hand of Nature did not set ( As providently loth to have it known ) The means to find that hidden alphabet , Mine eyes ...
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... hope you'll not disdain my youth : For know you , Muses ' darlings , I'll not crave A fellowship amongst you for to have . Oh , no ; for though my ever willing heart Ilave vowed to love and praise you and your art , And though that I ...
... hope you'll not disdain my youth : For know you , Muses ' darlings , I'll not crave A fellowship amongst you for to have . Oh , no ; for though my ever willing heart Ilave vowed to love and praise you and your art , And though that I ...
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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.