Select Beauties of Ancient English PoetryT. Cadell, 1787 - 198 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 38
... verse preserves when stone and braffe deceives . Or if ( as worthleffe ) Time not lets it live To thofe full days which others Mufes give , Yet I am fure I shall be heard and fung Of most severest eld , and kinder young Beyond my dayes ...
... verse preserves when stone and braffe deceives . Or if ( as worthleffe ) Time not lets it live To thofe full days which others Mufes give , Yet I am fure I shall be heard and fung Of most severest eld , and kinder young Beyond my dayes ...
الصفحة 48
... verse Shall with inceffant teares Bemoane my hapleffe loffe of him And not his want of yeares . In deepest paffions of my grief - fwolne breast ( Sweete Soule ! ) this onely comfort feizeth me , That fo few yeeres fhould make thee so ...
... verse Shall with inceffant teares Bemoane my hapleffe loffe of him And not his want of yeares . In deepest paffions of my grief - fwolne breast ( Sweete Soule ! ) this onely comfort feizeth me , That fo few yeeres fhould make thee so ...
الصفحة 58
... verse From thy griev'd friend , whom thou might'ft fee Quite melted into tears for thee . Dear lofs ! fince thy untimely fate My task hath been to meditate On thee , on thee : thou art the book , The library whereon I look Though almost ...
... verse From thy griev'd friend , whom thou might'ft fee Quite melted into tears for thee . Dear lofs ! fince thy untimely fate My task hath been to meditate On thee , on thee : thou art the book , The library whereon I look Though almost ...
الصفحة 63
... verse . It hath no powre , for mine from his blacke herfe Redeemes not Talbot , who could as the breath Of Winter , coffin'd lyes ; filent as Death , Stealing on th ' Anch'rit , who even wants an eare To breath into his foft expiring ...
... verse . It hath no powre , for mine from his blacke herfe Redeemes not Talbot , who could as the breath Of Winter , coffin'd lyes ; filent as Death , Stealing on th ' Anch'rit , who even wants an eare To breath into his foft expiring ...
الصفحة 69
... Verse came season'd hence , and would not give ; Born not to feed the Author , but to live : Whence ' mong the choicer Judges rose a ftrife , To make thee read a Claffick in thy life . Thofe that do hence applaufe , and fuffrage beg ...
... Verse came season'd hence , and would not give ; Born not to feed the Author , but to live : Whence ' mong the choicer Judges rose a ftrife , To make thee read a Claffick in thy life . Thofe that do hence applaufe , and fuffrage beg ...
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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 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 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 156 - My great example, as it is my theme ! Tho' deep, yet clear ; tho' gentle, yet not dull ; Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
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 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 90 - Must call thee so, the rich affection's store That fed our hopes lies now exhaust and spent, Like sums of treasure unto bankrupts lent. We that did nothing study but the way To love each other, with which thoughts the day Rose with delight to us, and with them set, Must learn the hateful art how to forget. We that did nothing wish that...
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 104 - With feigned solace ease a true-felt woe; Or if, deaf god, thou do deny that grace, Come as thou wilt, and what thou wilt bequeath, I long to kiss the image of my death.
الصفحة 29 - Tis vain to flee, till gentle mercy show Her better eye ; the farther off we go, The swing of Justice deals the mightier blow. Th...