The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Bind 5Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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Side 14
... look into the latter for any information concerning him . Mr. Capell is of opinion that he wrote some prose works , because “ it can hardly be supposed that he , who had so considerable a share in the confidence of the earls of Essex ...
... look into the latter for any information concerning him . Mr. Capell is of opinion that he wrote some prose works , because “ it can hardly be supposed that he , who had so considerable a share in the confidence of the earls of Essex ...
Side 18
... Look how a bird lies tangled in a net , So fasten'd in her arms Adonis lies ; Pure shame and aw'd resistance made him fret , Which bred more beauty in his angry eyes : Rain added to a river that is rank , Perforce will force it overflow ...
... Look how a bird lies tangled in a net , So fasten'd in her arms Adonis lies ; Pure shame and aw'd resistance made him fret , Which bred more beauty in his angry eyes : Rain added to a river that is rank , Perforce will force it overflow ...
Side 20
... Look what a horse should have , he did not lack , Save a proud rider on so proud a back . Sometimes be scuds far off , and there he stares , Anon he starts at stirring of a feather ; To bid the wind a base he now prepares , And wher he ...
... Look what a horse should have , he did not lack , Save a proud rider on so proud a back . Sometimes be scuds far off , and there he stares , Anon he starts at stirring of a feather ; To bid the wind a base he now prepares , And wher he ...
Side 21
... look she flatly falleth down , For looks kill love , and love by looks reviveth . A mile recures the wounding of a frown , But blessed bankrupt , that by love so thriveth ! The silly boy believing she is dead , Claps her pale cheek ...
... look she flatly falleth down , For looks kill love , and love by looks reviveth . A mile recures the wounding of a frown , But blessed bankrupt , that by love so thriveth ! The silly boy believing she is dead , Claps her pale cheek ...
Side 22
... look well to her heart , The which , by Cupid's bow she doth protest , He carries thence incaged in his breast . " Sweet boy , " she says , " this night I'll waste in sor- row , For my sick heart commands mine eyes to watch . Tell me ...
... look well to her heart , The which , by Cupid's bow she doth protest , He carries thence incaged in his breast . " Sweet boy , " she says , " this night I'll waste in sor- row , For my sick heart commands mine eyes to watch . Tell me ...
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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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Side 46 - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...
Side 56 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Side 69 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Side 451 - I behold like a Spanish great galleon and an English man-of-war. Master Coleridge, like the former, was built far higher in learning, solid, but slow in his performances. CVL, with the English man-of-war, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about, and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Side 198 - Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...