The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, المجلد 6J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... fame , Whilst ignorance doth scorne a poet's name : And then shall his imagination striue , To keepe thy gratefull memory aliue , By poems of his owne ; for that might bee , Had he no Muse , by force of knowing thee . - This maketh me ...
... fame , Whilst ignorance doth scorne a poet's name : And then shall his imagination striue , To keepe thy gratefull memory aliue , By poems of his owne ; for that might bee , Had he no Muse , by force of knowing thee . - This maketh me ...
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... fame . And like a hallow'd temple , free from taint Of ethnicisme , makes his Muse a saint . BEN . JONSON . And haue already had this curse from vs , That in their pride they should grow barbarous . There is no splendour , that our pens ...
... fame . And like a hallow'd temple , free from taint Of ethnicisme , makes his Muse a saint . BEN . JONSON . And haue already had this curse from vs , That in their pride they should grow barbarous . There is no splendour , that our pens ...
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... fame ; These make such slaughter with their glaucs and hooks , That carefull bardes may fill their precious bookes With prayses , which from warlike actions spring , And take new themes , when to their harpes they sing . Besides these ...
... fame ; These make such slaughter with their glaucs and hooks , That carefull bardes may fill their precious bookes With prayses , which from warlike actions spring , And take new themes , when to their harpes they sing . Besides these ...
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... fame : Whose long - thought absence was so much deplor'd , In whom our hopes and all our fruits are stor❜d . He now attaines the shore , ( O blessed day ! ) . And true Achates waites along his way , Our wise Anchises for his sonne ...
... fame : Whose long - thought absence was so much deplor'd , In whom our hopes and all our fruits are stor❜d . He now attaines the shore , ( O blessed day ! ) . And true Achates waites along his way , Our wise Anchises for his sonne ...
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... fame to spreade . All curious formes , all pictures , will disgrace Your worth , which must be studied in your face , The lively table , where your vertue shines More clearely , than in strong and waighty lines . In vaine I striue to ...
... fame to spreade . All curious formes , all pictures , will disgrace Your worth , which must be studied in your face , The lively table , where your vertue shines More clearely , than in strong and waighty lines . In vaine I striue to ...
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beauty behold Birtha blood breast breath bright Castara court dead death delight dost doth eare Earth Eclogue eyes faire fame farre fate fear fire flame flowres FRANCIS BEAUMONT give glorious glory Goltho Gondibert grace grief grones grow hand happy hast hath haue heart Heav'n heav'nly honour hope Hymen king leave light live look lord loue lov'd love's lovers maid mind Muse musicke Nature ne're neere never night noble nymph pain plaines poem poesie poets pow'r praise pride prince rest Rhodalind seem'd shepheards shine sigh sight sing SIR JOHN BEAUMONT sir John Suckling sleep song sorrow soul spring streams Sunne swaine sweet teares thee thence Thetis thine things Thirsil THOMALIN thou thought tongue tunicle Tybalt unto verse vertue vex'd wanton weeping Whilst WILLIAM DAVENANT wind wise wounds yeeld youth
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الصفحة 185 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
الصفحة 202 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! Heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life.
الصفحة 498 - Her lips were red ; and one was thin, Compared to that was next her chin, Some bee had stung it newly ; But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face, I durst no more upon them gaze, Than on the sun in July.
الصفحة 498 - Her feet beneath her Petticoat, Like little mice stole in and out, As if they fear'd the light: But oh! she dances such a way! No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
الصفحة 498 - A ballad upon a wedding I tell thee, Dick, where I have been, Where I the rarest things have seen, Oh, things without compare! Such sights again cannot be found In any place on English ground, Be it at wake or fair.
الصفحة 493 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee, why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do't?
الصفحة 507 - WHEN, dearest, I but think of thee, Methinks all things that lovely be Are present, and my soul delighted : For beauties that from worth arise Are like the grace of deities, Still present with us, though unsighted.
الصفحة 557 - One went to brag, th' other to pray ; One stands up close and treads on high, Where th' other dares not lend his eye. One nearer to God's altar trod, The other to the altar's God.
الصفحة 199 - A tongue chain'd up without a sound ! Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed, save bats and owls ! A midnight bell, a parting groan — These are the sounds we feed upon ; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley; Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.
الصفحة 502 - I prithee send me back my heart, Since I cannot have thine; For if from yours you will not part, Why then shouldst thou have mine? Yet now I think on't, let it lie; To find it were in vain, For th' hast a thief in either eye Would steal it back again.