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... bears , Woe weeps out her division , when she sings . Droop herbs and flowers , Fall grief in showers , Our beauties are not ours ; O , I could still , Like melting snow upon some craggy hill , Drop , drop , drop , drop , Since nature's ...
... bears , Woe weeps out her division , when she sings . Droop herbs and flowers , Fall grief in showers , Our beauties are not ours ; O , I could still , Like melting snow upon some craggy hill , Drop , drop , drop , drop , Since nature's ...
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... bear ; Her voice did sweeten here thy sugar'd lines , To which winds , trees , beasts , birds , did lend their ear . Me here she first perceiv'd , and here a morn Of bright carnations did o'erspread her face ; Here did she sigh , here ...
... bear ; Her voice did sweeten here thy sugar'd lines , To which winds , trees , beasts , birds , did lend their ear . Me here she first perceiv'd , and here a morn Of bright carnations did o'erspread her face ; Here did she sigh , here ...
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... bear Shall witness'd be to all the woods and plains As singular , renown'd by neighbouring swains , That to our relics time may trophies rear : Those madrigals we sung amidst our flocks , With garlands guarded from Apollo's beams , On ...
... bear Shall witness'd be to all the woods and plains As singular , renown'd by neighbouring swains , That to our relics time may trophies rear : Those madrigals we sung amidst our flocks , With garlands guarded from Apollo's beams , On ...
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... bear mortal stings , Which in the end will wound ; And let none think it strange , Though all things earthly change : In this inferior round What is from ruin free ? The elements which be At variance , as we see , Each th ' other doth ...
... bear mortal stings , Which in the end will wound ; And let none think it strange , Though all things earthly change : In this inferior round What is from ruin free ? The elements which be At variance , as we see , Each th ' other doth ...
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... bears that name . In it we seem to come nearer than usual to the poet himself , who probably knew too much of ' want , the curse of man , ' but never lost heart or belief in himself , and who has here described with admirable strength ...
... bears that name . In it we seem to come nearer than usual to the poet himself , who probably knew too much of ' want , the curse of man , ' but never lost heart or belief in himself , and who has here described with admirable strength ...
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The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions, Volum 2 Thomas Humphry Ward Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1902 |
The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions, Volum 2 Thomas Humphry Ward Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1905 |
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Absalom and Achitophel beauty Ben Jonson born breast breath bright Carew Castara Catullus Comus Cowley crown death delight divine dost doth Dryden earth EDMUND W English English poetry eternal eyes fair fame fancy fate fear fire flame flowers Giles Fletcher glory grace hand happy hast hath heart heaven hell Herbert Herrick Hesperides hill honour Hudibras Inner Temple Jonson King kiss Lady light live Lord lost Lycidas Milton mind mistress Muse nature never night o'er odes once Paradise Paradise Lost Paradise Regained passion Perilla Pindar pleasure poems poet poetic poetry praise reign rose sacred shade shalt shepherds shine sighs sight sing sleep soft song sonnet soul spring stars tears thee thine things thou thought tree unto verse Waller wanton wassail weep winds wings write youth
Populære avsnitt
Side 14 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be; But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee!
Side 331 - A dungeon horrible on all sides round As one great furnace flamed ; yet from those flames No light ; but rather darkness visible Served only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all; but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed.
Side 458 - A man so various that he seemed 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 chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Side 310 - Then to the well-trod stage anon If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Side 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.
Side 315 - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Side 483 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown : He raised a mortal to the skies: She drew an angel down.
Side 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? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee, why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do't? Prithee, why so mute? Quit, quit, for shame, this will not move: This cannot take her. If of herself she will not love, Nothing can make her: The devil take her!
Side 274 - Go, lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee; How small...
Side 476 - And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high, "Arise, ye more than dead!" Then cold, and hot, and moist, and dry, In order to their stations leap, And Music's power obey. From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began: From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man.