The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, المجلد 6J. Johnson, 1810 |
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الصفحة 7
... lost in thee , Were but in vaine ; for such as cannot see , Would not be grieu'd to heare , the morning light Should neuer more succeed the gloomy night . Sach onely whom thy vertue made , or found Worthy to know thee , can receiue this ...
... lost in thee , Were but in vaine ; for such as cannot see , Would not be grieu'd to heare , the morning light Should neuer more succeed the gloomy night . Sach onely whom thy vertue made , or found Worthy to know thee , can receiue this ...
الصفحة 14
... lost Occasions of your conquest : thither flie , Where rebels arm'd , with cursed blades shall die , And yeeld in death to your victorious awe : Let naked hands be censur'd by the law . " Such pow'r his speech and seemely action hath ...
... lost Occasions of your conquest : thither flie , Where rebels arm'd , with cursed blades shall die , And yeeld in death to your victorious awe : Let naked hands be censur'd by the law . " Such pow'r his speech and seemely action hath ...
الصفحة 48
... lost . O God , while mortal bodies are Recall'd by thee , and form'd againe , What happy seate wilt thou prepare , Where spotlesse soules may safe remaine ? In Abraham's bosome they shall lie Like Lazarus , whose flowry crowne The rich ...
... lost . O God , while mortal bodies are Recall'd by thee , and form'd againe , What happy seate wilt thou prepare , Where spotlesse soules may safe remaine ? In Abraham's bosome they shall lie Like Lazarus , whose flowry crowne The rich ...
الصفحة 66
... lost all ? he all again shall win : Ps sin his master ? he shall ungster sin : Too hardy soul , with sin the field to try : The only way to conquer , was to fly ; But thus long death hath liv'd , and now death's self shall die . " He is ...
... lost all ? he all again shall win : Ps sin his master ? he shall ungster sin : Too hardy soul , with sin the field to try : The only way to conquer , was to fly ; But thus long death hath liv'd , and now death's self shall die . " He is ...
الصفحة 72
... lost his shore ) Old Noah ? and in Nisus ' lock the fame Of Samson yet alive ? and long before In Phaethon's , mine own fall I deplore ; But he that conquer'd Hell , to fetch again His virgin widow , by a serpent slain , Another Orpheus ...
... lost his shore ) Old Noah ? and in Nisus ' lock the fame Of Samson yet alive ? and long before In Phaethon's , mine own fall I deplore ; But he that conquer'd Hell , to fetch again His virgin widow , by a serpent slain , Another Orpheus ...
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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.