The Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical ...Robert Anderson Arch, 1795 |
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الصفحة 80
... learned and as full as fhe ; She , who all libraries hath th'roughly read At home in her own thoughts , and practifed So much good as would make as many more ; She , whofe example they must all implore , Who would or do or think well ...
... learned and as full as fhe ; She , who all libraries hath th'roughly read At home in her own thoughts , and practifed So much good as would make as many more ; She , whofe example they must all implore , Who would or do or think well ...
الصفحة 84
... learned by those laws , wherein I am little converfant , that he which bestows any coft upon the dead , obliges him which is dead , but not his heir . 1 do not therefore fend this paper to your Ladyship that you should thank me for it ...
... learned by those laws , wherein I am little converfant , that he which bestows any coft upon the dead , obliges him which is dead , but not his heir . 1 do not therefore fend this paper to your Ladyship that you should thank me for it ...
الصفحة 92
... learned papers , which your hand Hath ftor'd with notes of ufe and pleasure too , From which rich treasury you may command Fit matter whether you will write or do : After thofe loving papers which friends send With glad grief to your ...
... learned papers , which your hand Hath ftor'd with notes of ufe and pleasure too , From which rich treasury you may command Fit matter whether you will write or do : After thofe loving papers which friends send With glad grief to your ...
الصفحة 106
... learned fpirit , fefqui - fuperlative ? [ Venice ' vaft lake thou haft seen , and wouldst Some vafter thing , and foundst a courtezan . That inland fea having discovered well mind Affected fince the vintage ? doft thou find New thoughts ...
... learned fpirit , fefqui - fuperlative ? [ Venice ' vaft lake thou haft seen , and wouldst Some vafter thing , and foundst a courtezan . That inland fea having discovered well mind Affected fince the vintage ? doft thou find New thoughts ...
الصفحة 112
... learned critic , to have been the model of the " Sonnets " of the great poet of Nature . It was followed , in 1611 , by A Letter from Octavia to Marcus Antonius , in the fame measure , and resembling it also in the subject and style ...
... learned critic , to have been the model of the " Sonnets " of the great poet of Nature . It was followed , in 1611 , by A Letter from Octavia to Marcus Antonius , in the fame measure , and resembling it also in the subject and style ...
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الصفحة 537 - 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 536 - 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 590 - 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 533 - 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 33 - 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 543 - 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 590 - 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 30 - 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 23 - 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 518 - 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...