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Pagina 55
... unto God , for ever acknowledge myself most bound unto the hand of God , ( I mean yourself , ) that reached down , as it were , out of Heaven , unto me , a benefit of that nature and price , than which I could wish none ( only Heaven ...
... unto God , for ever acknowledge myself most bound unto the hand of God , ( I mean yourself , ) that reached down , as it were , out of Heaven , unto me , a benefit of that nature and price , than which I could wish none ( only Heaven ...
Pagina 56
... unto you by so many benefits , that were given by yourself for ornaments , but are to me as so many golden chains to hold me fast in a kind of desired bondage , seek ( as he doth ) my freedom with a song : the matter whereof is as ...
... unto you by so many benefits , that were given by yourself for ornaments , but are to me as so many golden chains to hold me fast in a kind of desired bondage , seek ( as he doth ) my freedom with a song : the matter whereof is as ...
Pagina 58
... unto us on Earth , and we ( a happy change ) unto God in Heaven : thrice honoured Bartas , and our ( 1 know no other name more glorious than his own ) Mr. Edmund Spencer ( two blessed souls ) not thinking ten years enough , laying out ...
... unto us on Earth , and we ( a happy change ) unto God in Heaven : thrice honoured Bartas , and our ( 1 know no other name more glorious than his own ) Mr. Edmund Spencer ( two blessed souls ) not thinking ten years enough , laying out ...
Pagina 63
... unto the ploughman's vow ? [ bow Long might he look , and look , and long in vain Might load his harvest in an empty wain , [ grain . And beat the woods , to find the poor oak's hungry The swelling sea seethes in his angry waves ...
... unto the ploughman's vow ? [ bow Long might he look , and look , and long in vain Might load his harvest in an empty wain , [ grain . And beat the woods , to find the poor oak's hungry The swelling sea seethes in his angry waves ...
Pagina 64
... Unto their owners : wit ? that makes him see He wanted wit , that thought he had it , wanting thee . " The sea to drink him quick ? that casts his dead : Angels to spare ? they punish : night to hide ? The world shall burn in light ...
... Unto their owners : wit ? that makes him see He wanted wit , that thought he had it , wanting thee . " The sea to drink him quick ? that casts his dead : Angels to spare ? they punish : night to hide ? The world shall burn in light ...
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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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beauty behold Birtha blood breast breath bright Castara court dead death delight dost doth eare Earth Eclogue eyes faire fame farre fate fear fire flame flowres FRANCIS BEAUMONT give glorious glory Goltho Gondibert grace grief grones grow hand happy hast hath haue heart Heav'n heav'nly honour hope Hymen king leave light live look lord loue lov'd love's lovers maid mind Muse musicke Nature ne're neere never night noble nymph pain plaines poem poesie poets pow'r praise pride prince rest Rhodalind seem'd shepheards shine sigh sight sing SIR JOHN BEAUMONT sir John Suckling sleep song sorrow soul spring streams Sunne swaine sweet teares thee thence Thetis thine things Thirsil THOMALIN thou thought tongue tunicle Tybalt unto verse vertue vex'd wanton weeping Whilst WILLIAM DAVENANT wind wise wounds yeeld youth
Populaire passages
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.