Selections from the British Poets, Том 1Fitz-Greene Halleck Harper & brothers, 1840 |
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... . If you needs must love , Forced by ill fate , take to your maiden bosoms Two dead cold aspicks , and of them make lovers ; They cannot flatter nor forswear ; one kiss Makes a long peace for all . Come , let's 46 BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER .
... . If you needs must love , Forced by ill fate , take to your maiden bosoms Two dead cold aspicks , and of them make lovers ; They cannot flatter nor forswear ; one kiss Makes a long peace for all . Come , let's 46 BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER .
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... fate ? Had friendship ne'er been known to men ( The ghost at last confess'd ) , The world had then a stranger been To all that heav'n possess'd . But could it all be here acquired , Not heav'n itself would be desired . JAMES SHIRLEY ...
... fate ? Had friendship ne'er been known to men ( The ghost at last confess'd ) , The world had then a stranger been To all that heav'n possess'd . But could it all be here acquired , Not heav'n itself would be desired . JAMES SHIRLEY ...
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... 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 . Some men with swords may reap the field , And plant fresh laurels where they kill ...
... 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 . Some men with swords may reap the field , And plant fresh laurels where they kill ...
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... Fate ! Hence , Love himself , that tyrant of my days ! Which intercepts my coming praise . Come , my best friends , my books ! and lead me on ; " Tis time that I were gone . Welcome , great Stagyrite ! and teach me now All I was born to ...
... Fate ! Hence , Love himself , that tyrant of my days ! Which intercepts my coming praise . Come , my best friends , my books ! and lead me on ; " Tis time that I were gone . Welcome , great Stagyrite ! and teach me now All I was born to ...
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... not fear nor wish my fate ; But boldly say each night , To - morrow let my sun his beams display , Or in clouds hide them ; I have lived to - day . THE COMPLAINT . In a deep vision's intellectual scene , 74 ABRAHAM COWLEY .
... not fear nor wish my fate ; But boldly say each night , To - morrow let my sun his beams display , Or in clouds hide them ; I have lived to - day . THE COMPLAINT . In a deep vision's intellectual scene , 74 ABRAHAM COWLEY .
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arms beauty behold beneath bless'd bliss bower breast breath bright call'd charms clouds COMUS COUNTESS OF WINCHELSEA DAVID MALLETT death delight dost doth dread earth eternal Ev'n eyes fair fame fate fear flame flowers GILES FLETCHER grace grave Grongar Hill grove hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven heavenly hill immortal JAMES SHIRLEY king lady light live Lycidas lyre MARK AKENSIDE mighty mind morn mortal Muse Nature's ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er pain pleasure praise pride proud rage rise round sacred SAMUEL DANIEL seem'd shade shepherd shines sight sing sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spring stream swain sweet tears thee thine THOMAS CHATTERTON THOMAS PARNELL THOMAS TICKELL thou thought TOBIAS SMOLLETT trees Twas verse virtue voice wanton waves wild WILLIAM SHENSTONE wind wings wonder youth
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Страница 43 - Sweet Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
Страница 216 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye : My noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Страница 352 - Molest her ancient solitary reign. Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Страница 96 - 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 174 - A man so various, that he seem'd to be Not one, but all Mankind's Epitome. Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong; Was everything by starts, and nothing long: But in the course of one revolving moon, Was chemist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon: Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking; Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Страница 63 - We have short time to stay as you, We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you, or anything. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Страница 143 - Or of the eternal co-eternal beam, May I express thee unblamed ? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate. Or hear'st thou rather pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell? before the sun, Before the heavens thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless infinite.
Страница 236 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter, fire.
Страница 91 - Or the unseen Genius of the wood. But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloister's pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, To the full-voiced quire below, In service high and anthems clear, As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
Страница 89 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But, O sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower! Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what love did seek...