The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including the Series Edited with Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, المجلد 5J. Johnson, 1810 - 766 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 62
... learned is that tongue that well can thee com- mend ; All ignorant that soul that sees thee without wonder ; Which is to me some praise , that I thy parts admire : Thine eye Jove's lightning seems , thy voice his dreadful thunder ...
... learned is that tongue that well can thee com- mend ; All ignorant that soul that sees thee without wonder ; Which is to me some praise , that I thy parts admire : Thine eye Jove's lightning seems , thy voice his dreadful thunder ...
الصفحة 64
... learned man hath got the lady gay ; For now my song is ended . XV . On a day ( alack the day ! ) Love , whose month was ever May , Spy'd a blossom passing fair , Playing in the wanton air , Through the velvet leaves the wind , All ...
... learned man hath got the lady gay ; For now my song is ended . XV . On a day ( alack the day ! ) Love , whose month was ever May , Spy'd a blossom passing fair , Playing in the wanton air , Through the velvet leaves the wind , All ...
الصفحة 81
... learned volumes turn'd Which yield men's wits both help and ornament : What can we know ? or what can we discern ? When errour chokes the windows of the mind ; The divers forms of things how can we learn , That have been ever from our ...
... learned volumes turn'd Which yield men's wits both help and ornament : What can we know ? or what can we discern ? When errour chokes the windows of the mind ; The divers forms of things how can we learn , That have been ever from our ...
الصفحة 82
... learned schools that ever were . This mistress lately pluck'd me by the ear , And many a golden lesson hath me taught ; Hath made my senses quick , and reason clear ; Reform'd my will , and rectify'd my thought . So do the winds and ...
... learned schools that ever were . This mistress lately pluck'd me by the ear , And many a golden lesson hath me taught ; Hath made my senses quick , and reason clear ; Reform'd my will , and rectify'd my thought . So do the winds and ...
الصفحة 109
... learned arts , and every great affair A lively shape of dancing seems to bear 19 . " For what did he who with his ten - tongu'd lute Gave beasts and blocks an understanding ear ? Or rather into bestial minds and brute Shed and infus'd ...
... learned arts , and every great affair A lively shape of dancing seems to bear 19 . " For what did he who with his ten - tongu'd lute Gave beasts and blocks an understanding ear ? Or rather into bestial minds and brute Shed and infus'd ...
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angels ayre bear beasts beauty Ben Jonson bloud body breath breed brest COUNTESS OF BEDFORD court dare dead dear death Donne dost doth eares Earth EPIGRAM ev'ry eyes face fair falne fame farre feare fire flames foes give glory God's grace griefe grone hand hate hath hear heart Heaven Hell honour horrour JOHN DONNE king leave light liv'd live look Lord loue lov'd love's lust mind Muse never night nought once paine pleasure poems poet poison'd poor pow'r praise prince rage rais'd rest SATIRE SATIRE III satyres scape scorne seem'd selfe shame shine sight sing sinne sonne SONNET soul sprite straight strange Sunne sweet tears tell terrour thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thrall tongue true truth twixt unto verse vertue warre Whil'st
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الصفحة 65 - Take, oh, take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn ; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn : But my kisses bring again, bring again ; Seals of love, but seal'd in vain, seal'd in vain.
الصفحة 71 - UNDER the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither ; Here shall he see No enemy, But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live i...
الصفحة 46 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
الصفحة 63 - Crabbed age and youth Cannot live together ; Youth is full of pleasance, Age is full of care: Youth like summer morn, Age like winter weather ; Youth like summer brave, Age like winter bare. Youth is full of sport, Age's breath is short, Youth is nimble, age is lame : Youth is hot and bold, Age is weak and cold ; Youth is wild, and age is tame. Age, I do abhor thee, Youth, I do adore thee ; O, my love, my love is young ! Age, I do defy thee ; O sweet shepherd, hie thee, For methinks thou stay'st...
الصفحة 56 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
الصفحة 514 - 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. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be; But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee!
الصفحة 55 - FROM you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing, That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell...
الصفحة 50 - Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire ? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require. Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu ; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought Save, where you are how...
الصفحة 70 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
الصفحة 50 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend. Nativity, once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd, Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but...