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الصفحة 45
Give me fuch self - diff'rent instinct Though these things , as 1 ride , be from mine
eye , Of these let all me elemented be , They're present yet unto my memory , Of
pow'r to love , to know you unnumb'red Three . For that looks towards them , and
...
Give me fuch self - diff'rent instinct Though these things , as 1 ride , be from mine
eye , Of these let all me elemented be , They're present yet unto my memory , Of
pow'r to love , to know you unnumb'red Three . For that looks towards them , and
...
الصفحة 51
Jehovah here fully accomplish'd hath and laidit unto me , Do not fear , His
indignation , and pour'd forth his wrath ; & Thoa , Lord ! my soul's cause handled
hast , Kindled a fire in Sion , which hath pow'r and thou To eat , and her
foundations to ...
Jehovah here fully accomplish'd hath and laidit unto me , Do not fear , His
indignation , and pour'd forth his wrath ; & Thoa , Lord ! my soul's cause handled
hast , Kindled a fire in Sion , which hath pow'r and thou To eat , and her
foundations to ...
الصفحة 118
The other , ( r ) Langley ; whose mild temperateHis pow'r and fortune had
sufficient wrought , Did tend unto a calmer quietness . ( nefs Conld but the state
have kept what he had got , With these did ( s ) Woodstock interpose his And had
his ( r ) ...
The other , ( r ) Langley ; whose mild temperateHis pow'r and fortune had
sufficient wrought , Did tend unto a calmer quietness . ( nefs Conld but the state
have kept what he had got , With these did ( s ) Woodstock interpose his And had
his ( r ) ...
الصفحة 124
O that this pow'r from everlasting giv'n , Why had not we ( lay they ) dy'd with the
stron ( The great alliance made ' twixt God and us , In forcign fields , in
honourable wise , Th ' intelligence that carth should hold with In just exploits , and
noble ...
O that this pow'r from everlasting giv'n , Why had not we ( lay they ) dy'd with the
stron ( The great alliance made ' twixt God and us , In forcign fields , in
honourable wise , Th ' intelligence that carth should hold with In just exploits , and
noble ...
الصفحة 134
Hare betrer joy thereof than he had known ; For not to yield to whai fear would
constrain , And that his pow'r might make it his by right , Would bar the hope of life
that did remain . And furthermore he crav'd ( of all his own ) But lise , to live apart
...
Hare betrer joy thereof than he had known ; For not to yield to whai fear would
constrain , And that his pow'r might make it his by right , Would bar the hope of life
that did remain . And furthermore he crav'd ( of all his own ) But lise , to live apart
...
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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 |