The Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical ... |
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الصفحة 23
That I may rise and stand , o'erthrow me , and ' Twas much that man was made
like God bebend [ new . fore , Your force to break , blow , burn , and make me But
that God should be made like man much I , like an usurpt town , to another due ...
That I may rise and stand , o'erthrow me , and ' Twas much that man was made
like God bebend [ new . fore , Your force to break , blow , burn , and make me But
that God should be made like man much I , like an usurpt town , to another due ...
الصفحة 52
11 Juda's cities they the maids abus'd By force , and so women in Sion us'd . (
grace 12. The princes with their hands they hung ; no A HYMN TO GOD THE
FATHER . Nor honour gave they to the elder's face . Wilt thou forgive thae sin
where I ...
11 Juda's cities they the maids abus'd By force , and so women in Sion us'd . (
grace 12. The princes with their hands they hung ; no A HYMN TO GOD THE
FATHER . Nor honour gave they to the elder's face . Wilt thou forgive thae sin
where I ...
الصفحة 55
Prince of the orchard , fair as dawning morn , The plant , thus abled , to itself did
force Fenc'd with the law , and ripe as soon as born , A place where no place was
by Nature's course , That appie grewy which this foul did enlive , As air from ...
Prince of the orchard , fair as dawning morn , The plant , thus abled , to itself did
force Fenc'd with the law , and ripe as soon as born , A place where no place was
by Nature's course , That appie grewy which this foul did enlive , As air from ...
الصفحة 74
... She that had all magnetic force alone To bring ourselves to nothing back ; and
we To draw and faften funder'd pares in one ; Do what we can to do't as soon as
he . She whom wife Nature had invented then , With new diseases on ourselves ...
... She that had all magnetic force alone To bring ourselves to nothing back ; and
we To draw and faften funder'd pares in one ; Do what we can to do't as soon as
he . She whom wife Nature had invented then , With new diseases on ourselves ...
الصفحة 78
But as a ship which hath ftruck fail doth run Some figure of the goiden times was
hid ; By force of that force which before it won ; Who could not lack whate'er this
world could give , Because she was the form that made it live , Or as sometimes
in ...
But as a ship which hath ftruck fail doth run Some figure of the goiden times was
hid ; By force of that force which before it won ; Who could not lack whate'er this
world could give , Because she was the form that made it live , Or as sometimes
in ...
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arms bear beauty beſt better blood body bring brought cauſe comes courſe court crown dead death doth earth eyes face fair fall fame fear fight fire firſt force foul friends give glory grace grief grow hand hate hath head hear heart heav'n himſelf hold honour hope keep king land laſt late learned leave leſs light live look Lord mind moſt move muſe muſt nature never night once pain plain play poor pow'r praiſe prince reſt round ſame ſay ſee ſeem ſet ſhall ſhe ſhould ſince ſome ſoul ſpring ſtand ſtate ſtay ſtill ſuch ſweet tears tell thee theſe thine things thoſe thou thought true turn unto virtue whole whoſe worth wound wrong
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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...