The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Nide 5Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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Sivu 57
... grow ? SONNET CXIX . WHAT potions have I drunk of Syren tears , Distil'd from limbecks foul as Hell within ... Grows fairer than at first , more strong , far greater . So I return rebuk'd to my content , And gain by ill thrice more than ...
... grow ? SONNET CXIX . WHAT potions have I drunk of Syren tears , Distil'd from limbecks foul as Hell within ... Grows fairer than at first , more strong , far greater . So I return rebuk'd to my content , And gain by ill thrice more than ...
Sivu 58
... grown , and therein show'st Thy lovers withering , as thy sweet self grow'st ! If Nature , sovereign mistress over wrack , As thou goest onwards , still will pluck thee back , She keeps thee to this purpose , that her skill May time ...
... grown , and therein show'st Thy lovers withering , as thy sweet self grow'st ! If Nature , sovereign mistress over wrack , As thou goest onwards , still will pluck thee back , She keeps thee to this purpose , that her skill May time ...
Sivu 59
... grow on her head . I have seen roses damask'd , red and white , But no such roses see I in her cheeks ; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks . I love to hear her speak , -yet well I ...
... grow on her head . I have seen roses damask'd , red and white , But no such roses see I in her cheeks ; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks . I love to hear her speak , -yet well I ...
Sivu 60
... grow mad , And in my madness might speak ill of thee : Now this ill - wresting world is grown so bad , Mad slanderers by mad ears believed be . That I may not be so , nor thou bely'd , Bear thine eyes straight , though thy proud heart ...
... grow mad , And in my madness might speak ill of thee : Now this ill - wresting world is grown so bad , Mad slanderers by mad ears believed be . That I may not be so , nor thou bely'd , Bear thine eyes straight , though thy proud heart ...
Sivu 65
... grow , and plants did spring : Every thing did banish moan , Save the nightingale alone : She , poor bird , as all forlorn , Lean'd her breast up - till a thorn , And there sung the dolefull'st ditty , That to hear it was great pity ...
... grow , and plants did spring : Every thing did banish moan , Save the nightingale alone : She , poor bird , as all forlorn , Lean'd her breast up - till a thorn , And there sung the dolefull'st ditty , That to hear it was great pity ...
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angels bear beasts beauty Ben Jonson blood bloud body breath breed brest COUNTESS OF BEDFORD court dare dead dear death didst disdaine Donne dost doth Earth ELEGY eyes face fair fall falne fame farre fear fire flames foes friends give glory God's grace grief grone hand hate hath haue heart Heaven Hell honour horrour JOHN DONNE king light liv'd live look Lord loue lov'd love's lust mind Muse never night nought once paine pleasure poet poison'd poor pow'r praise prince rage rais'd rest SATIRE III SATIRE VI Satires scape scorne seem'd shame sight sinne sonne SONNET soul sprite straight strange Sunne sweet tears terrour thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thyself tongue true twixt unto us'd verse vex'd virtue Whil'st wrath wretched
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Sivu 46 - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...
Sivu 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.
Sivu 69 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Sivu 451 - I behold like a Spanish great galleon and an English man-of-war. Master Coleridge, like the former, was built far higher in learning, solid, but slow in his performances. CVL, with the English man-of-war, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about, and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Sivu 198 - Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
Sivu 69 - While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Sivu 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 we see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live i...
Sivu 55 - The forward violet thus did I chide ; — Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath ? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells, In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dy'd.
Sivu 59 - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait On purpose laid to make the taker mad; Mad in pursuit, and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
Sivu 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...