The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Volum 5Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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Pàgina xv
... Tears on the Death of Maliades .... Epitaph . Stay , passenger , see where enclosed lies ........ 663 Apelles enamoured of Campaspe , Alexander's Mistress ib . 664 Campaspe ib . Another . A passing glance , a lightning long the skies ...
... Tears on the Death of Maliades .... Epitaph . Stay , passenger , see where enclosed lies ........ 663 Apelles enamoured of Campaspe , Alexander's Mistress ib . 664 Campaspe ib . Another . A passing glance , a lightning long the skies ...
Pàgina 18
... tears Doth quench the maiden burning of his cheeks ; Then with her windy sighs , and golden hairs , To fan and blow them dry again she seeks : He says , she is immodest , blames her ' miss ; What follows more , she smothers with a kiss ...
... tears Doth quench the maiden burning of his cheeks ; Then with her windy sighs , and golden hairs , To fan and blow them dry again she seeks : He says , she is immodest , blames her ' miss ; What follows more , she smothers with a kiss ...
Pàgina 20
... tears , which , chorus - like , her eyes did rain . Full gently now she takes him by the hand , A lily prison'd in a jail of snow , Or ivory in an alabaster band ; So white a friend engirts so white a foe : This beauteous combat ...
... tears , which , chorus - like , her eyes did rain . Full gently now she takes him by the hand , A lily prison'd in a jail of snow , Or ivory in an alabaster band ; So white a friend engirts so white a foe : This beauteous combat ...
Pàgina 21
... tears , your flattery ; For where a heart is hard , they make no battery . " " What ! canst thou talk , " quoth she , " hast thou a tongue ? O would thou hadst not , or I had no hearing ! Tay mermaid's voice hath done me double wrong ...
... tears , your flattery ; For where a heart is hard , they make no battery . " " What ! canst thou talk , " quoth she , " hast thou a tongue ? O would thou hadst not , or I had no hearing ! Tay mermaid's voice hath done me double wrong ...
Pàgina 25
... tears did lend and borrow ! Her eyes seen in her tears , tears in her eye ; Both crystals where they view'd each other's sorrow , Sorrow , that friendly sighs sought still to dry ; But like a stormy day , now wind , now rain , Sighs dry ...
... tears did lend and borrow ! Her eyes seen in her tears , tears in her eye ; Both crystals where they view'd each other's sorrow , Sorrow , that friendly sighs sought still to dry ; But like a stormy day , now wind , now rain , Sighs dry ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
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
Passatges populars
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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!
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...