English Poems: The Elizabethan age and the Puritan period (1550-1660)Walter Cochrane Bronson University of Chicago Press, 1909 |
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... hand in hand embraced , She led the way , and through the thick so traced As , but I had been guided by her might , It was no way for any mortal wight . 95 An hideous hole , all vast , withouten shape , Of endless depth , o'erwhelmed ...
... hand in hand embraced , She led the way , and through the thick so traced As , but I had been guided by her might , It was no way for any mortal wight . 95 An hideous hole , all vast , withouten shape , Of endless depth , o'erwhelmed ...
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... hand in grave doth cover it , Thereafter never to enjoy again The gladsome light , but , in the ground y - lain , In depth of darkness waste and wear to naught , As he had never into the world been brought . 160 But who had seen him ...
... hand in grave doth cover it , Thereafter never to enjoy again The gladsome light , but , in the ground y - lain , In depth of darkness waste and wear to naught , As he had never into the world been brought . 160 But who had seen him ...
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... hand ( a dreadful sight to see ) With great triumph eftsoons the same he shook , That most of all my fears affrayèd me . His body dight with naught but bones , perdie ; The naked shape of man there saw I plain , 220 All save the flesh ...
... hand ( a dreadful sight to see ) With great triumph eftsoons the same he shook , That most of all my fears affrayèd me . His body dight with naught but bones , perdie ; The naked shape of man there saw I plain , 220 All save the flesh ...
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... hands their sorry chance bewailed ; Here wept the guiltless slain , and lovers dead , That slew themselves when nothing ... hand go cold ; 1563 . But , belly , God send thee good ale enough , Whether it be new or old . I cannot eat but ...
... hands their sorry chance bewailed ; Here wept the guiltless slain , and lovers dead , That slew themselves when nothing ... hand go cold ; 1563 . But , belly , God send thee good ale enough , Whether it be new or old . I cannot eat but ...
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... hand - making , I , that mine own name in the chimneys read By Myra finely wrought ere I was waking , 5 ΙΟ 15 20 Must I look on , in hope time coming may SIR FULKE GREVILLE 25 SIR FULKE GREVILLE, LORD BROOKE Chorus Sacerdotum Myra.
... hand - making , I , that mine own name in the chimneys read By Myra finely wrought ere I was waking , 5 ΙΟ 15 20 Must I look on , in hope time coming may SIR FULKE GREVILLE 25 SIR FULKE GREVILLE, LORD BROOKE Chorus Sacerdotum Myra.
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Æneid Ajax ANTISTROPHE arms beauty behold Ben Jonson birds blood breast breath bright clouds Comus Corydon crown dance dark dead dear death delight divine dost doth ears earth elfin knight eyes face Faerie Queene fair fear fire flames flocks flowers gentle glory golden Golden slumbers grace Greece green hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven honour Jove king kiss lady leave light live look Lord Love's lovers Lycidas Michael Drayton mind morn Muse naught never night nymph o'er peace Pelops Perilla praise queen rest rose round sense shade shepherd shine sight sing sleep song sorrow soul spirit spring stars stream swain sweet content Telamon tell thee thence thine things thou art thought tree true unto wanton ween weep Whilst WILLIAM CHAMBERLAYNE wind wings youth ΙΟ
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 120 - When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate. Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope.
الصفحة 169 - 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. Now at the last gasp of 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 would'st, when all have given...
الصفحة 127 - Tu-whit, tu-who ! a merry note, 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...
الصفحة 129 - Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly Then, heigh, ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! &c.
الصفحة 122 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
الصفحة 406 - Tunes her nocturnal note : thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
الصفحة 120 - 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, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
الصفحة 302 - I saw eternity the other night Like a great ring of pure and endless light, All calm as it was bright; And round beneath it, time in hours, days, years, Driv'n by the spheres, Like a vast shadow moved, in which the world And all her train were hurled...
الصفحة 204 - A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
الصفحة 214 - 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.