The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, المجلد 5Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1819 |
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الصفحة 16
... thou com'st - but , ah ! my pleasant hours , And happy days , with thee come not again ; The sad memorials only of my pain Do with thee come , which turn my sweets to sours . Thou art the same which still thou wert before Delicious ...
... thou com'st - but , ah ! my pleasant hours , And happy days , with thee come not again ; The sad memorials only of my pain Do with thee come , which turn my sweets to sours . Thou art the same which still thou wert before Delicious ...
الصفحة 18
... thou never canst be blest : If rich , thou art in fear ; if poor , distress'd . In wedlock frequent discontentments swell ; Unmarried persons as in deserts dwell . How many troubles are with children born ! Yet he that wants them counts ...
... thou never canst be blest : If rich , thou art in fear ; if poor , distress'd . In wedlock frequent discontentments swell ; Unmarried persons as in deserts dwell . How many troubles are with children born ! Yet he that wants them counts ...
الصفحة 19
... thou Even kisses me affords Of her , dear her , so far who ' s absent now ? How did I hear those words , Which rocks might move , and move the pines to bow ? Ah me ! before half day Why didst thou steal away ? Return , I thine for ever ...
... thou Even kisses me affords Of her , dear her , so far who ' s absent now ? How did I hear those words , Which rocks might move , and move the pines to bow ? Ah me ! before half day Why didst thou steal away ? Return , I thine for ever ...
الصفحة 20
... Thou hold thy course , now with the highest share , Join thy blue wheels to hasten time that low'rs , And lazy minutes turn to perfect hours ; The night and death too long a league have made 20 DRUMMOND . Epitaph, A Translation, Flowers ...
... Thou hold thy course , now with the highest share , Join thy blue wheels to hasten time that low'rs , And lazy minutes turn to perfect hours ; The night and death too long a league have made 20 DRUMMOND . Epitaph, A Translation, Flowers ...
الصفحة 22
... thou dost thee hide , O ever - shining , never full - seen mark , To guide me in life's night , thy light me show ; The more I search of thee the less I know . NEW doth the Sun appear , The mountains ' snows decay , Crown'd with frail ...
... thou dost thee hide , O ever - shining , never full - seen mark , To guide me in life's night , thy light me show ; The more I search of thee the less I know . NEW doth the Sun appear , The mountains ' snows decay , Crown'd with frail ...
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ALEXANDER BROME arms beauty birth Birtha blest blood born breast breath bright call'd CASTARA CHARLES COTTON clouds crown death delight dost doth e'er Earth eyes face fair fame fate fear fire flames floods flowers GEORGE WITHER golden Goltho Gondibert grace grief hand haste hath haue head heart Heaven hope jemme king kiss light live look lord lov'd love's lovers Lyrian maid mind Muse ne'er neere never night nymph o'er PHINEAS FLETCHER POEMS poet poor pow'r prince queen quoth Rhodalind RICHARD CRASHAW ROBERT HERRICK rocks seas seem'd shade shepheards shine shore sighs sight sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spide spring stars streams swaine sweet tears tell thee Thetis thine thou thought tongue twas twixt unto Venus vertue wanton waves weep whence Whilst WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT WILLIAM DAVENANT WILLIAM HABINGTON winds wings woods wound youth
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الصفحة 326 - To BLOSSOMS FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile To blush and gently smile, And go at last.
الصفحة 325 - Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along.
الصفحة 325 - We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
الصفحة 327 - Twas pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth, And lose you quite. But you are lovely leaves, where we May read how soon things have Their end, though ne'er so brave: And after they have shown their pride Like you, awhile, they glide Into the grave.
الصفحة 338 - If thy verse do bravely tower, As she makes wing she gets power ; Yet the higher she doth soar, She's affronted still the more : Till she to the high'st hath past, Then she rests with fame at last.
الصفحة 32 - Cease, dreams, the images of day-desires, To model forth the passions of the morrow; Never let rising sun approve you liars, To add more grief to aggravate my sorrow. Still let me sleep, embracing clouds in vain, And never wake to feel the day's disdain.
الصفحة 180 - 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 339 - By a daisy, whose leaves, spread, Shut when Titan goes to bed, Or a shady bush or tree, She could more infuse in me Than all Nature's beauties can In some other wiser man.
الصفحة 177 - t: For had not her care furnisht you out With something of handsome, without all doubt You and your sorry Lady Muse had been In the number of those that were not let in. In haste from the court two or three came in, And they brought letters (forsooth) from the Queen; Twas discreetly done, too, for if th' had come Without them, th' had scarce been let into the room.
الصفحة 116 - It is a yea, it is a nay ; A pretty kind of sporting fray ; It is a thing will soon away ; Then, nymphs, take 'vantage while ye may ; And this is love, as I hear say.