The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Volume 6J. Johnson, 1810 |
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Pagina 7
... tell the world what it hath lost in thee , Were but in vaine ; for such as cannot see , Would not be grieu'd to heare , the morning light Should neuer more succeed the gloomy night . Sach onely whom thy vertue made , or found Worthy to ...
... tell the world what it hath lost in thee , Were but in vaine ; for such as cannot see , Would not be grieu'd to heare , the morning light Should neuer more succeed the gloomy night . Sach onely whom thy vertue made , or found Worthy to ...
Pagina 45
... tell vs what a passage framed was Of ships , that wheels on solid seas might passe : That deepest riuers failed we must thinke , Whose floods the Medians at one meale could drink : And must beleeue such other wond'rous things , Which ...
... tell vs what a passage framed was Of ships , that wheels on solid seas might passe : That deepest riuers failed we must thinke , Whose floods the Medians at one meale could drink : And must beleeue such other wond'rous things , Which ...
Pagina 46
... Tell me what ioy Hippolitus did taste ; What good seuere Bellerophon receiu'd , When to their pure intents they strictly cleau'd . Both Sthenobæa and the Cretan queene , Asham'd of their repulse , stirr'd vp their teene : For then a ...
... Tell me what ioy Hippolitus did taste ; What good seuere Bellerophon receiu'd , When to their pure intents they strictly cleau'd . Both Sthenobæa and the Cretan queene , Asham'd of their repulse , stirr'd vp their teene : For then a ...
Pagina 72
... tell , These banks so narrow are , those streams so highly swell . Christ suffers , and in this his tears begin , Suffers for us , and our joy springs in this ; Suffers to death , here is his manhood seen ; Suffers to rise , and here ...
... tell , These banks so narrow are , those streams so highly swell . Christ suffers , and in this his tears begin , Suffers for us , and our joy springs in this ; Suffers to death , here is his manhood seen ; Suffers to rise , and here ...
Pagina 76
... Tell me , ye trees , so fresh apparelled , [ wed : So never let the spiteful canker waste you , So never let the Heav'ns with lightning blast you , Why go you now so trimly drest , or whither haste you ? Answer me , Jordan , why thy ...
... Tell me , ye trees , so fresh apparelled , [ wed : So never let the spiteful canker waste you , So never let the Heav'ns with lightning blast you , Why go you now so trimly drest , or whither haste you ? Answer me , Jordan , why thy ...
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The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including ..., Volume 6 Alexander Chalmers Volledige weergave - 1810 |
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Pagina 185 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Pagina 202 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! Heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life.
Pagina 498 - Her lips were red ; and one was thin, Compared to that was next her chin, Some bee had stung it newly ; But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face, I durst no more upon them gaze, Than on the sun in July.
Pagina 498 - Her feet beneath her Petticoat, Like little mice stole in and out, As if they fear'd the light: But oh! she dances such a way! No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
Pagina 498 - A ballad upon a wedding I tell thee, Dick, where I have been, Where I the rarest things have seen, Oh, things without compare! Such sights again cannot be found In any place on English ground, Be it at wake or fair.
Pagina 493 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee, why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do't?
Pagina 507 - WHEN, dearest, I but think of thee, Methinks all things that lovely be Are present, and my soul delighted : For beauties that from worth arise Are like the grace of deities, Still present with us, though unsighted.
Pagina 557 - One went to brag, th' other to pray ; One stands up close and treads on high, Where th' other dares not lend his eye. One nearer to God's altar trod, The other to the altar's God.
Pagina 199 - A tongue chain'd up without a sound ! Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed, save bats and owls ! A midnight bell, a parting groan — These are the sounds we feed upon ; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley; Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.
Pagina 502 - I prithee send me back my heart, Since I cannot have thine; For if from yours you will not part, Why then shouldst thou have mine? Yet now I think on't, let it lie; To find it were in vain, For th' hast a thief in either eye Would steal it back again.