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الصفحة 9
Idly , like prisoners , which whole months will Though poetry indeed be such a sin
swear As I think that brings dearth and ... but witchcraft's Satan will not joy at their
fir.s as he : charms For ( as a thrifty wench icrapes kitching.ftuff , Bring not now ...
Idly , like prisoners , which whole months will Though poetry indeed be such a sin
swear As I think that brings dearth and ... but witchcraft's Satan will not joy at their
fir.s as he : charms For ( as a thrifty wench icrapes kitching.ftuff , Bring not now ...
الصفحة 12
Of mercy now was come : he tries to bring And then by Durer's rules survey the
state Mc to pay a fine to ' Icape his torturing , Of his each limb , and with strings
the odds tries And says , Sir , can you spare me ? I said , Willingly of his neck to
his ...
Of mercy now was come : he tries to bring And then by Durer's rules survey the
state Mc to pay a fine to ' Icape his torturing , Of his each limb , and with strings
the odds tries And says , Sir , can you spare me ? I said , Willingly of his neck to
his ...
الصفحة 16
... They were to take a clock in pieces ) go You which are angels , yet fill bring
with you So nicely about the bride ? Thousands of angels on your marriage days
, A bride , before a good - night could be faid , Help with your presence , and
devise ...
... They were to take a clock in pieces ) go You which are angels , yet fill bring
with you So nicely about the bride ? Thousands of angels on your marriage days
, A bride , before a good - night could be faid , Help with your presence , and
devise ...
الصفحة 39
The things we fear brings less annoy So whilft our infant loves did grow , Than
fear and hope , brings greater joy ; Disguises did , and shadows , flow But in
themselves they cannot stay . From us and our cares ; but now ' t is not so .
The things we fear brings less annoy So whilft our infant loves did grow , Than
fear and hope , brings greater joy ; Disguises did , and shadows , flow But in
themselves they cannot stay . From us and our cares ; but now ' t is not so .
الصفحة 40
The things we fear brings less annoy So whilft our infant loves did grow , Than
fear and hope , brings greater joy ; Disguises did , and shadows , flow But in
themselves they cannot ftay . From us and our cares ; but now ' t is not so .
The things we fear brings less annoy So whilft our infant loves did grow , Than
fear and hope , brings greater joy ; Disguises did , and shadows , flow But in
themselves they cannot ftay . From us and our cares ; but now ' t is not so .
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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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