Select Beauties of Ancient English PoetryT. Cadell, 1787 - 198 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 40
... teares of Heav'n and Earth ! Virgins at each step are afeard , Filmer is fhot by which they fteer'd , Their ftar extinct , their beauty dead That the yong world to honour led ; But fee ! the rapid fpheres stand still , And tune ...
... teares of Heav'n and Earth ! Virgins at each step are afeard , Filmer is fhot by which they fteer'd , Their ftar extinct , their beauty dead That the yong world to honour led ; But fee ! the rapid fpheres stand still , And tune ...
الصفحة 45
... teares . As was his seate fo was his gentle heart , Meeke and dejected , but his thoughts as hie As those aye - wandring lights , who both impart Their beames on us , and heaven still beautifie . Sad was his looke ( O heavy fate ! That ...
... teares . As was his seate fo was his gentle heart , Meeke and dejected , but his thoughts as hie As those aye - wandring lights , who both impart Their beames on us , and heaven still beautifie . Sad was his looke ( O heavy fate ! That ...
الصفحة 46
... teares ; The shepheardeffes all will give To store him , part of theirs . Or I would lend him fome , But that the store I have Will all be spent before I pay The debt I owe his grave . O what is left can make me leave to more ! Or what ...
... teares ; The shepheardeffes all will give To store him , part of theirs . Or I would lend him fome , But that the store I have Will all be spent before I pay The debt I owe his grave . O what is left can make me leave to more ! Or what ...
الصفحة 48
... teares Bemoane my Hapleffe loffe of him And not his want of yeares . In deepest paffions of my grief - fwolne breaft ( Sweete Soule ! ) this onely comfort seizeth me , That fo few yeeres should make thee so much blest , And gave fuch ...
... teares Bemoane my Hapleffe loffe of him And not his want of yeares . In deepest paffions of my grief - fwolne breaft ( Sweete Soule ! ) this onely comfort seizeth me , That fo few yeeres should make thee so much blest , And gave fuch ...
الصفحة 52
... teares . And thus hath conqu'ring death , or nature rather , Made thee , prepoftrous , ancient to thy father , Who grieves th ' art fo , and like a glorious light Shines ore thy Hearfe ; he therefore that would write And blaze thee ...
... teares . And thus hath conqu'ring death , or nature rather , Made thee , prepoftrous , ancient to thy father , Who grieves th ' art fo , and like a glorious light Shines ore thy Hearfe ; he therefore that would write And blaze thee ...
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الصفحة 107 - Love's latest breath, When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies; When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And Innocence is closing up his eyes : Now, if thou wouldst, when all have given him over, From death to life thou might'st him yet recover.
الصفحة 107 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
الصفحة 162 - Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky, In joyless fields and thorny thickets, leaves His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man His annual visit. Half afraid, he first Against the window beats; then, brisk, alights On the warm hearth; then, hopping o'er the floor, Eyes all the smiling family askance, And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is; Till more familiar grown, the table-crumbs Attract his slender feet.
الصفحة 149 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas ! poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
الصفحة 149 - God save him; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home: But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off,— His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience,— That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
الصفحة 60 - 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.
الصفحة 85 - My care is like my shadow in the sun, Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it; Stands and lies by me, does what I have done; This too familiar care does make me rue it: No means I find to rid him from my breast, Till by the end of things it be supprest.
الصفحة 36 - I cannot, I, no, no ! it will not be. This is the cause that I could never yet Hang on their sleeves that weigh, as thou mayst see, A chip of chance more than a pound of wit.
الصفحة 21 - LIKE to the falling of a star, Or as the flights of eagles are, Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue, Or silver drops of morning dew, Or like a wind that chafes the flood, Or bubbles which on water stood : Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in and paid to-night.
الصفحة 174 - If I do prove her haggard, Though that her jesses were my dear heart-strings, I'd whistle her off, and let her down the wind, To prey at fortune.