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الصفحة 37
... and grow manna lo ; males And where their form and their infinity Our hands
ne'er toucht the seals Make a terrestrial Galaxy , Which Nature , injur'd by late law
, set free ; As the small Itars do in the sky ) There miracles we did ; alas ! I walk to
...
... and grow manna lo ; males And where their form and their infinity Our hands
ne'er toucht the seals Make a terrestrial Galaxy , Which Nature , injur'd by late law
, set free ; As the small Itars do in the sky ) There miracles we did ; alas ! I walk to
...
الصفحة 44
Sabjcct to foreign motion , lose their own , And being by others hurried every day
, Scarce in a year their natural form obey ... She sees a cedar plant itself , and fall
; It made his own lieutenant , Nature , Mrink ; Her Maker put to making , and the ...
Sabjcct to foreign motion , lose their own , And being by others hurried every day
, Scarce in a year their natural form obey ... She sees a cedar plant itself , and fall
; It made his own lieutenant , Nature , Mrink ; Her Maker put to making , and the ...
الصفحة 57
Nature's great master - piece , an elephant , ( The only harmless great thing ) the
giant Now drinks he up seas , and he eats up flocks ; Of beasts , who thought
none had , to make him H : jofties iflands , and he shakes firm rocks : wife , Now
in a ...
Nature's great master - piece , an elephant , ( The only harmless great thing ) the
giant Now drinks he up seas , and he eats up flocks ; Of beasts , who thought
none had , to make him H : jofties iflands , and he shakes firm rocks : wife , Now
in a ...
الصفحة 63
The sea receives the Rhine , Volga , and Po , When , like a tyrant king , that in his
bed By Nature , which gave it this liberty . Smelt gunpowder , the pale wretch
shivered ; Thou lov't , but , oh ! canst thou love it and me ? Had it been some bad
...
The sea receives the Rhine , Volga , and Po , When , like a tyrant king , that in his
bed By Nature , which gave it this liberty . Smelt gunpowder , the pale wretch
shivered ; Thou lov't , but , oh ! canst thou love it and me ? Had it been some bad
...
الصفحة 66
Nature , as these do Justice , from her course ; Her heart was that ftrange bush ,
where sacred Which , as the foul quickens head , feet , and hear fire , As ítreams
like veins run through th ' carth's ev's Religion , did not consume but inspire part ...
Nature , as these do Justice , from her course ; Her heart was that ftrange bush ,
where sacred Which , as the foul quickens head , feet , and hear fire , As ítreams
like veins run through th ' carth's ev's Religion , did not consume but inspire part ...
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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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