The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Հատոր 5Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... shame . Doth then the world go thus , doth all thus move ? .......... On one named Margaret ib . ib . On a young Lady ib . Aretinus's Epitaph ib . A Reply ib . Look how in May the rose ib . Verses on the late William Earle of Pembroke ...
... shame . Doth then the world go thus , doth all thus move ? .......... On one named Margaret ib . ib . On a young Lady ib . Aretinus's Epitaph ib . A Reply ib . Look how in May the rose ib . Verses on the late William Earle of Pembroke ...
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... shame , but frosty in desire . The studded bridle on a ragged bough Nimbly she fastens , ( O how quick is love ! ) The steed is stalled up , and even now To tie the rider she begins to prove : Backward she push'd him , as she would be ...
... shame , but frosty in desire . The studded bridle on a ragged bough Nimbly she fastens , ( O how quick is love ! ) The steed is stalled up , and even now To tie the rider she begins to prove : Backward she push'd him , as she would be ...
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... shame ; she with her 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 ...
... shame ; she with her 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 ...
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... shame , " he cries , " let go , and let me go ; My day's delight is past , my horse is gone , And ' t is your fault I am bereft him so ; I pray you hence , and leave me here alone ; For all my mind , my thought , my busy care , Is how ...
... shame , " he cries , " let go , and let me go ; My day's delight is past , my horse is gone , And ' t is your fault I am bereft him so ; I pray you hence , and leave me here alone ; For all my mind , my thought , my busy care , Is how ...
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... shame's pure blush , and honour's wrack . Hot , faint , and weary , with her hard embracing , Like a wild bird being tam'd with too much han- dling , Or as the fleet - foot roe , that ' s tir'd with chasing , Or like the froward infant ...
... shame's pure blush , and honour's wrack . Hot , faint , and weary , with her hard embracing , Like a wild bird being tam'd with too much han- dling , Or as the fleet - foot roe , that ' s tir'd with chasing , Or like the froward infant ...
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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...