The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers and a General Introduction, Том 2Macmillan, 1882 |
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... fair , and free , and wise , Of greatest blood , and yet more good than great ; I meant the day - star should not brighter rise , Nor lend like influence from his lucent seat . I meant she should be courteous , facile , sweet , Hating ...
... fair , and free , and wise , Of greatest blood , and yet more good than great ; I meant the day - star should not brighter rise , Nor lend like influence from his lucent seat . I meant she should be courteous , facile , sweet , Hating ...
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... fair Mary Cunningham of Barns , who died on the eve of their wedding , that keeps him unmarried till nearly fifty : and , at least till the political clouds close round him , he is , as we said , a man of letters , the friend of Drayton ...
... fair Mary Cunningham of Barns , who died on the eve of their wedding , that keeps him unmarried till nearly fifty : and , at least till the political clouds close round him , he is , as we said , a man of letters , the friend of Drayton ...
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... fair a volume to mine eyes , That I ( quires clos'd which dead , dead sighs but breathe ) Joy on this living book to read my death . Then is she gone ? O fool and coward I ! O good occasion lost , ne'er to be found ! What fatal chains ...
... fair a volume to mine eyes , That I ( quires clos'd which dead , dead sighs but breathe ) Joy on this living book to read my death . Then is she gone ? O fool and coward I ! O good occasion lost , ne'er to be found ! What fatal chains ...
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... fair : Chase hence the ugly night , Which serves but to make dear thy glorious light . This is that happy morn That day , long - wished day , Of all my life so dark ( If cruel stars have not my ruin sworn , And fates not hope betray ) ...
... fair : Chase hence the ugly night , Which serves but to make dear thy glorious light . This is that happy morn That day , long - wished day , Of all my life so dark ( If cruel stars have not my ruin sworn , And fates not hope betray ) ...
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... Fair seasons , budding sprays , sweet - smelling flowers ; To rocks , to springs , to rills , from leafy bowers Thou thy Creator's goodness dost declare , And what dear gifts on thee he did not spare , A stain to human sense in sin that ...
... Fair seasons , budding sprays , sweet - smelling flowers ; To rocks , to springs , to rills , from leafy bowers Thou thy Creator's goodness dost declare , And what dear gifts on thee he did not spare , A stain to human sense in sin that ...
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Страница 323 - Had ye been there — for what could that have done ? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore...
Страница 352 - Me miserable ! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair ? Which way I fly is hell ; myself am hell ; And in the lowest deep a lower deep Still threatening to devour me opens wide ; To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.
Страница 307 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Страница 337 - He scarce had ceased when the superior Fiend Was moving toward the shore ; his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast. The broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
Страница 184 - Going to the Wars TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True; a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Страница 218 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Страница 326 - Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves; Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Страница 178 - 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?
Страница 311 - And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
Страница 357 - The birds their quire apply ; airs, vernal airs, Breathing the smell of field and grove, attune The trembling leaves, while universal Pan, Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance, Led on the eternal spring.