Effigies Poeticae: Or, The Portraits of the British Poets : Illustrated by Notes Biographical, Critical, and Poetical, Том 1

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Страница 66 - Out upon it, I have loved Three whole days together! And am like to love three more, If it prove fair weather. Time shall moult away his wings Ere he shall discover In the whole wide world again Such a constant lover.
Страница 23 - And next in order sad, Old Age we found: His beard all hoar, his eyes hollow and blind ; With drooping cheer still poring on the ground, As on the place where nature him...
Страница 93 - Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Страница 63 - I oft have heard him say, how he admired Men of your large profession, that could speak To every cause, and things mere contraries, Till they were hoarse again, yet all be law ; That, with most quick agility, could turn, And return ; make knots, and undo them ; Give forked counsel ; take provoking gold On either hand, and put it up : these men, He knew, would thrive with their humility.
Страница 63 - How I do love thee, BEAUMONT, and thy Muse, That unto me dost such religion use ! How I do fear myself, that am not worth The least indulgent thought thy pen drops forth!
Страница 93 - WHEN love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates ; When I lie tangled in her hair, And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Страница 63 - FAITHLESS world, and thy most faithless part, A woman's heart! The true shop of variety, where sits Nothing but fits And fevers of desire, and pangs of love, Which toys remove. Why was she born to please? or I to trust Words writ in dust...
Страница 99 - Muses' fairest light in no dark time ; The wonder of a learned age ; the line Which none can pass ; the most proportioned wit, To nature, the best judge of what was fit ; The deepest, plainest, highest, clearest pen ; The voice most echoed by consenting men ; The soul which answered best to all well said By others, and which most requital made...
Страница 53 - DEITY. I LONG to talk with some old lover's ghost, Who died before the god of love was born. I cannot think that he, who then loved most, Sunk so low as to love one which did scorn. But since this god produced a destiny, And that vice-nature, custom, lets it be, I must love her that loves not me.
Страница 19 - With eyes cast up into the Maiden's Tower, And easy sighs, such as folk draw in love. The stately seats, the ladies bright of hue, The dances short, long tales of great delight ; With words, and looks, that tigers could but rue, Where each of us did plead the other's right.