The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Том 5Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... grone , the beasts they bray : The trees they teares distill , The riuers all stand still , The birds my tragedie they sing ; The wofull Eccho waites vpon my way , Prompt to resound my accents when I stay . When wearied I remaine , That ...
... grone , the beasts they bray : The trees they teares distill , The riuers all stand still , The birds my tragedie they sing ; The wofull Eccho waites vpon my way , Prompt to resound my accents when I stay . When wearied I remaine , That ...
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... grone , Enrag'd , remounts anone , And threatneth all our hemi - sphere with fire . Lift vp thine eyes and but beheld thy blisse , Th ' Heau'ns raine their riches on thee whil'st thou sleep'st : Thinke what a matchlesse treasure that ...
... grone , Enrag'd , remounts anone , And threatneth all our hemi - sphere with fire . Lift vp thine eyes and but beheld thy blisse , Th ' Heau'ns raine their riches on thee whil'st thou sleep'st : Thinke what a matchlesse treasure that ...
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... grone ? Oft shalt thou wish that thee falne mountains might Hide from his face who sits upon the throne . But , ah ! in vaine a lurking place is sought , Nought can be covered now , no , not one thought . The dreadfull noise which that ...
... grone ? Oft shalt thou wish that thee falne mountains might Hide from his face who sits upon the throne . But , ah ! in vaine a lurking place is sought , Nought can be covered now , no , not one thought . The dreadfull noise which that ...
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... And under burdens heavily did grone : " But though affliction force devotion's teares , Curs'd are those workes which such oppression reares . " There one who idols highly still abhorr'd , And their DOOMES - DAY . THE EIGHT HOURE . 375.
... And under burdens heavily did grone : " But though affliction force devotion's teares , Curs'd are those workes which such oppression reares . " There one who idols highly still abhorr'd , And their DOOMES - DAY . THE EIGHT HOURE . 375.
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... grone , And them from bondage no way would enlarge , He who Heaven's legat rais'd him from his throne , A fatall message boldly to discharge ; And he who kill'd sixe hundred all alone , Against whose goade , no steele could serve for ...
... grone , And them from bondage no way would enlarge , He who Heaven's legat rais'd him from his throne , A fatall message boldly to discharge ; And he who kill'd sixe hundred all alone , Against whose goade , no steele could serve for ...
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angels bear beasts beauty Ben Jonson blood bloud body breath breed brest COUNTESS OF BEDFORD court dare dead dear death didst disdaine Donne dost doth Earth ELEGY eyes face fair fall falne fame farre fear fire flames foes friends give glory God's grace grief grone hand hate hath haue heart Heaven Hell honour horrour JOHN DONNE king light liv'd live look Lord loue lov'd love's lust mind Muse never night nought once paine pleasure poet poison'd poor pow'r praise prince rage rais'd rest SATIRE III SATIRE VI Satires scape scorne seem'd shame sight sinne sonne SONNET soul sprite straight strange Sunne sweet tears terrour thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thyself tongue true twixt unto us'd verse vex'd virtue Whil'st wrath wretched
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Страница 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...
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