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The uncompleted edition of Wither's poems, ed. by J.M. Gutch. 4 vols
Visualització completa - 1820
affect appear base bear better blessed born bring brought cares cause church comfort dare dear death delight didst dost doth earth esteem eyes fair faith fall fame Father favour fear feel foes follow fortunes friends gain give glory grace grow hand hate hath hear heart heav'n holy honest honour hope keep King known leave less light live look Lord means mind Muse ne'er never night nought once pass Philarete pleasure poor praise pray Prince rest rich Saint scorn shew sing SONG sorrow soul speak spirit spite sure sweet tell thee thine things thou thou hast thought thousand true truth unto virtue whilst Willy Wither worth wrong
Pàgina 166 - By a daisy whose leaves spread Shut when Titan goes to bed ; Or a shady bush or tree, She could more infuse in me, Than all Nature's beauties can, In some other wiser man.
Pàgina 146 - Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Pàgina 145 - WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Pàgina 166 - Some things that may sweeten gladness, In the very gall of sadness. The dull loneness, the black shade, That these hanging vaults have made, The strange music of the waves, Beating on these hollow caves, This black den which rocks emboss, Overgrown with eldest moss : The rude portals that give light More to Terror than Delight : This my chamber of Neglect, Wall'd about with Disrespect ; From all these and this dull air, A fit object for despair, She hath taught me by her might To draw comfort and...
Pàgina 297 - I feel not in myself those common antipathies that I can discover in others : those national repugnances do not touch me, nor do I behold with prejudice the French, Italian, Spaniard, or Dutch...
Pàgina 145 - When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with roses bound, Our hearts with loyal flames; When thirsty grief in wine we steep, When healths and draughts go free, Fishes that tipple in the deep Know no such liberty. When...
Pàgina 167 - Though thou be to them a scorn That to nought but earth are born, Let my life no longer be Than I am in love with thee : Though our wise ones call...
Pàgina 167 - Beating on these hollow caves; This black den which rocks emboss, Overgrown with eldest moss: The rude portals that give light More to terror than delight; This my chamber of neglect, Walled about with disrespect. From all these, and this dull air, A fit object for despair, She hath taught me by her might To draw comfort and delight.
Pàgina 65 - I FIRST adventure, with fool-hardy might, To tread the steps of perilous despite. I first adventure, follow me who list, And be the second English satirist.