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I said , Not alone been My loneness is , but Spartan's fafhion , Poison'd with love
to see or to be seen . To tcach by painting drunkards , doth not last I had no suit
there , nor new suit to Thew , Now ; Aretine's pictures have made few chaste ; Yet
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I said , Not alone been My loneness is , but Spartan's fafhion , Poison'd with love
to see or to be seen . To tcach by painting drunkards , doth not last I had no suit
there , nor new suit to Thew , Now ; Aretine's pictures have made few chaste ; Yet
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With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical ... Robert Anderson. lo hating thee . Thou
may'st one like this meet ; SATIRE VI . For spite take her , prove kind , make thy
breath sweet : Men write that love and reason disagree , Let her see the ' hach ...
With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical ... Robert Anderson. lo hating thee . Thou
may'st one like this meet ; SATIRE VI . For spite take her , prove kind , make thy
breath sweet : Men write that love and reason disagree , Let her see the ' hach ...
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... they do not see , Or loth fo to amuse Faith's infirmities , they choose Something
which they may see and use ; ( fit , For though mind be the heaven where Love
doth Beauty a convenient type may be to figure it . But they are ours as fruits are ...
... they do not see , Or loth fo to amuse Faith's infirmities , they choose Something
which they may see and use ; ( fit , For though mind be the heaven where Love
doth Beauty a convenient type may be to figure it . But they are ours as fruits are ...
الصفحة 35
ite see by this it was not fer , But since this çod produc'd a definy , We see , we
saw not what did move : And that vice nature custom lets it be , I'must love her
that loves not me : But as all several souls contain Mixture of things they know not
...
ite see by this it was not fer , But since this çod produc'd a definy , We see , we
saw not what did move : And that vice nature custom lets it be , I'must love her
that loves not me : But as all several souls contain Mixture of things they know not
...
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Wben poor Sion's doleful tate , D - solate , Sacked , burned , and inthrallid , And
the Temple spoil'd , which we Ne'er should see , To our mırthless minds we call / ;
Happy who thy tender bairns , From the arms Of their wailing mothers tearing ...
Wben poor Sion's doleful tate , D - solate , Sacked , burned , and inthrallid , And
the Temple spoil'd , which we Ne'er should see , To our mırthless minds we call / ;
Happy who thy tender bairns , From the arms Of their wailing mothers tearing ...
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الصفحة 541 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
الصفحة 540 - While we can, the sports of love. Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever; Spend not then his gifts in vain. Suns that set may rise again: But if once we lose this light, 'Tis with us perpetual night.
الصفحة 594 - IF I freely may discover What would please me in my lover, I would have her fair and witty, Savouring more of court than city ; A little proud, but full of pity ; Light and humorous in her toying ; Oft...
الصفحة 537 - The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, rise; I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further to make thee a room; Thou art a monument, without a tomb, And art alive still, while thy book doth live And we have wits to read and praise to give.
الصفحة 35 - When my grave is broke up again Some second guest to entertain (For graves have learned that womanhead To be to more than one a bed), And he that digs it spies A bracelet of bright hair about the bone...
الصفحة 547 - No, Both wills were in one stature ; And as that wisdom had decreed, The Word was now made Flesh indeed, And took on him our nature. What comfort by Him do we win, Who made Himself the price of sin, To make us heirs of Glory ! To see this babe, all innocence, A martyr born in our defence : Can man forget this...
الصفحة 594 - Though I am young and cannot tell Either what Death or Love is well, Yet, I have heard they both bear darts, And both do aim at human hearts : And then again, I have been told, Love wounds with heat, as Death with cold ; So that I fear they do but bring Extremes to touch, and mean one thing. As in a ruin we it call One thing to be blown up or fall ; Or to our end, like way may have By...
الصفحة 32 - To move, but doth, if th' other do. And though it in the centre sit, Yet, when the other far doth roam, It leans, and hearkens after it, And grows erect, as that comes home. Such wilt thou be to me, who must, Like th' other foot, obliquely run; Thy firmness makes my circle just, And makes me end where I begun.
الصفحة 25 - Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run? Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide Late schoolboys and sour prentices; Go tell court-huntsmen that the king will ride, Call country ants to harvest offices; Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime, Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
الصفحة 522 - Seven years thou wert lent to me, and I thee pay, Exacted by thy fate, on the just day. O, could I lose all father, now! For why Will man lament the state he should envy? To have so soon 'scaped world's and flesh's rage, And, if no other misery, yet age! Rest in soft peace; and, asked, say: Here doth lie Ben Jonson his best piece of poetry...
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| العنوان | The Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical ... المجلد 4 من The Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Robert Anderson |
| المُحرر | Robert Anderson |
| الناشر | Arch, 1795 |
| أصلي من | مكتبة نيويورك العامة |
| الكتب ذات التنسيق الرقمي | 4 تشرين الأول (أكتوبر) 2006 |
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