The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Том 5Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... kind , that even the order in which his plays were written rests principally on conjecture , and of some plays usually printed among his works , it is not yet determined whether he wrote the whole , or any part . Much of our ignorance ...
... kind , that even the order in which his plays were written rests principally on conjecture , and of some plays usually printed among his works , it is not yet determined whether he wrote the whole , or any part . Much of our ignorance ...
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... kind embracements with her heels . Then , like a melancholy male - content , He vails his tail , that , like a falling plume , Cool shadow to his melting buttocks lent ; He stamps , and bites the poor flies in his fume : His love ...
... kind embracements with her heels . Then , like a melancholy male - content , He vails his tail , that , like a falling plume , Cool shadow to his melting buttocks lent ; He stamps , and bites the poor flies in his fume : His love ...
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... kind of fear , When as I met the boar , that bloody beast , Which knows no pity , but is still severe ; Then , gentle shadow , ( truth I must confess ) I rail'd on thee , fearing my love's decease . " Tis not my fault : the boar provok ...
... kind of fear , When as I met the boar , that bloody beast , Which knows no pity , but is still severe ; Then , gentle shadow , ( truth I must confess ) I rail'd on thee , fearing my love's decease . " Tis not my fault : the boar provok ...
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... kind ! For he being dead , with him is beauty slain , And , beauty dead , black chaos comes again . " Fie , fie , fond Love , thou art so full of fear , As one with treasure laden , hemm'd with thieves ; Trifles , unwitnessed with eye ...
... kind ! For he being dead , with him is beauty slain , And , beauty dead , black chaos comes again . " Fie , fie , fond Love , thou art so full of fear , As one with treasure laden , hemm'd with thieves ; Trifles , unwitnessed with eye ...
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... kind , That for Achilles ' image stood his spear , Grip'd in an armed hand ; himself , behind , Was left unseen , save to the eye of mind : A band , a foot , a face , a leg , a head , Stood for the whole to be imagined . And from the ...
... kind , That for Achilles ' image stood his spear , Grip'd in an armed hand ; himself , behind , Was left unseen , save to the eye of mind : A band , a foot , a face , a leg , a head , Stood for the whole to be imagined . And from the ...
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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 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.
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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...