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الصفحة 14
Well , I may lead thee , God must make thec see ; If she be a widow , I'll warrant
her But thine eyes blind too , there's no hope for thee . She'll thee before her first
hu band preser ; Thou fay'lt fhe's wise and witty , fair and free ; And will wish thou
...
Well , I may lead thee , God must make thec see ; If she be a widow , I'll warrant
her But thine eyes blind too , there's no hope for thee . She'll thee before her first
hu band preser ; Thou fay'lt fhe's wise and witty , fair and free ; And will wish thou
...
الصفحة 16
Conceitedly dress her , and he aflign'd But now she's laid : what though she be ?
· By you fit place for every flower and jewel ; Yet there are more delays ; for where
is he ? Make her for Love fit fuel He comes , and passeth through sphere after ...
Conceitedly dress her , and he aflign'd But now she's laid : what though she be ?
· By you fit place for every flower and jewel ; Yet there are more delays ; for where
is he ? Make her for Love fit fuel He comes , and passeth through sphere after ...
الصفحة 25
She's all states , and all princes I , Nothing else is . Princes do but play us ;
compar'd to this THE UNDERTAKING . All honour's mimic , all wealth alchymy . I
Have done one braver thing Thou , Sun ! art half as happy as we In that the
world's ...
She's all states , and all princes I , Nothing else is . Princes do but play us ;
compar'd to this THE UNDERTAKING . All honour's mimic , all wealth alchymy . I
Have done one braver thing Thou , Sun ! art half as happy as we In that the
world's ...
الصفحة 44
A HYMN Sad and rejoic'd she's seen at once , and scen At almost fifty , and at
scarce fifteen : TO THE SAINTS , AND TO MARQUIS HAMILTON . At once a son
is promis'd her , and gone ; Gabriel gives Christ to her , he her to John : WAEther
...
A HYMN Sad and rejoic'd she's seen at once , and scen At almost fifty , and at
scarce fifteen : TO THE SAINTS , AND TO MARQUIS HAMILTON . At once a son
is promis'd her , and gone ; Gabriel gives Christ to her , he her to John : WAEther
...
الصفحة 56
... and so feeds then She ieft her house , the fifh , and vapour'd forth : One that
within a month will beat him from his Fate ... if his fitter or his niece she be , And
journies with her towards the glassy deep , Nor doth she pule for his inconftancy
But ...
... and so feeds then She ieft her house , the fifh , and vapour'd forth : One that
within a month will beat him from his Fate ... if his fitter or his niece she be , And
journies with her towards the glassy deep , Nor doth she pule for his inconftancy
But ...
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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 |
| تصدير الاقتباس | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |