The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Հատոր 5Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... Fear no more the heat o ' th ' Sun ....... ............... ib . From As You Like It . - Under the green wood tree ........ 71 POEMS OF DAVIES . THE Author's Life , by Mr. Chalmers ......... 75 Sect . IX . Why the Soul is united to the ...
... Fear no more the heat o ' th ' Sun ....... ............... ib . From As You Like It . - Under the green wood tree ........ 71 POEMS OF DAVIES . THE Author's Life , by Mr. Chalmers ......... 75 Sect . IX . Why the Soul is united to the ...
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... fear you not ......... 148 XIV . His Parting from her ...... ib . XV . Julia ... 149 XVI . A Tale of a Citizen and his Wife ...... ib . XVII . The Expostulation 150 XVIII . Whoever loves , if he do not propose . XIX . To his Mistress ...
... fear you not ......... 148 XIV . His Parting from her ...... ib . XV . Julia ... 149 XVI . A Tale of a Citizen and his Wife ...... ib . XVII . The Expostulation 150 XVIII . Whoever loves , if he do not propose . XIX . To his Mistress ...
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... fear'd thy fortune , and my joints did tremble . " Did'st thou not mark my face ? was it not white ? Saw'st thou not signs of fear lurk in mine eye ? Grew I not faint ? And fell I not downright ? Within my bosom , whereon thou dost lie ...
... fear'd thy fortune , and my joints did tremble . " Did'st thou not mark my face ? was it not white ? Saw'st thou not signs of fear lurk in mine eye ? Grew I not faint ? And fell I not downright ? Within my bosom , whereon thou dost lie ...
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... fear : " And more than so , presenteth to mine eye The picture of an angry - chafing boar , Under whose sharp fangs on his back doth lie An image like thyself , all stain'd with gore ; Whose blood upon the fresh flowers being shed ...
... fear : " And more than so , presenteth to mine eye The picture of an angry - chafing boar , Under whose sharp fangs on his back doth lie An image like thyself , all stain'd with gore ; Whose blood upon the fresh flowers being shed ...
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... fear whereof doth make him shake and shud- Even so the timorous yelping of the hounds [ der : Appals her senses , and her spright confounds . For now she knows it is no gentle chase , But the blunt boar , rough bear , or lion proud ...
... fear whereof doth make him shake and shud- Even so the timorous yelping of the hounds [ der : Appals her senses , and her spright confounds . For now she knows it is no gentle chase , But the blunt boar , rough bear , or lion proud ...
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Shakespeare, Davies, Donne, Hall, Stirling, Jonson, Corbet, Carew, Drummond Alexander Chalmers Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1810 |
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Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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!
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...