The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Band 6J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... stars his saints , and they on Earth to keep , And yet this Sun from Heaven never fell , And yet these earthly stars in Heaven dwell . What if their souls be into prison cast In çarthly bodies ? yet they long for Heaven . What if this ...
... stars his saints , and they on Earth to keep , And yet this Sun from Heaven never fell , And yet these earthly stars in Heaven dwell . What if their souls be into prison cast In çarthly bodies ? yet they long for Heaven . What if this ...
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... stars of the Greek church , that now shines as bright in Heaven , as he did then on Earth , write so many divine poems of the Genealogy , Miracles , Passion of Christ , called by him his Xgrès máxwv.— Which , when Basil , the prince of ...
... stars of the Greek church , that now shines as bright in Heaven , as he did then on Earth , write so many divine poems of the Genealogy , Miracles , Passion of Christ , called by him his Xgrès máxwv.— Which , when Basil , the prince of ...
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Alexander Chalmers. There is a place beyond that flaming hill From whence the stars their thin appearance shed , A place ... stars of Heav'n in midst of night , Black Egypt , as her mirrors , doth behold , Are but the dens where idol ...
Alexander Chalmers. There is a place beyond that flaming hill From whence the stars their thin appearance shed , A place ... stars of Heav'n in midst of night , Black Egypt , as her mirrors , doth behold , Are but the dens where idol ...
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... stars that glide Along their oily threads : his mind pursues him : His house to shroud , or hills to fall , and bruise him ? As serjeants both attach , and witnesses accuse him . " What need I urge what they must needs confess ...
... stars that glide Along their oily threads : his mind pursues him : His house to shroud , or hills to fall , and bruise him ? As serjeants both attach , and witnesses accuse him . " What need I urge what they must needs confess ...
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... stars so burnt in golden ore , As seem'd the azure web was all on fire : But bastily , to quench their sparkling ire , A flood of milk came rolling up the shore , That on his curded wave swift Argus wore , And the immortal swan , that ...
... stars so burnt in golden ore , As seem'd the azure web was all on fire : But bastily , to quench their sparkling ire , A flood of milk came rolling up the shore , That on his curded wave swift Argus wore , And the immortal swan , that ...
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beauty behold Birtha blood breast breath bright Castara court dead death delight dost doth eare Earth Eclogue eyes faire fame farre fate fear fire flame flowres FRANCIS BEAUMONT give glorious glory Goltho Gondibert grace grief grones grow hand happy hast hath haue heart Heav'n heav'nly honour hope Hymen king leave light live look lord loue lov'd love's lovers maid mind Muse musicke Nature ne're neere never night noble nymph pain plaines poem poesie poets pow'r praise pride prince rest Rhodalind seem'd shepheards shine sigh sight sing SIR JOHN BEAUMONT sir John Suckling sleep song sorrow soul spring streams Sunne swaine sweet teares thee thence Thetis thine things Thirsil THOMALIN thou thought tongue tunicle Tybalt unto verse vertue vex'd wanton weeping Whilst WILLIAM DAVENANT wind wise wounds yeeld youth
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Seite 185 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Seite 202 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! Heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life.
Seite 498 - Her lips were red ; and one was thin, Compared to that was next her chin, Some bee had stung it newly ; But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face, I durst no more upon them gaze, Than on the sun in July.
Seite 498 - Her feet beneath her Petticoat, Like little mice stole in and out, As if they fear'd the light: But oh! she dances such a way! No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
Seite 498 - A ballad upon a wedding I tell thee, Dick, where I have been, Where I the rarest things have seen, Oh, things without compare! Such sights again cannot be found In any place on English ground, Be it at wake or fair.
Seite 493 - 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?
Seite 507 - WHEN, dearest, I but think of thee, Methinks all things that lovely be Are present, and my soul delighted : For beauties that from worth arise Are like the grace of deities, Still present with us, though unsighted.
Seite 557 - One went to brag, th' other to pray ; One stands up close and treads on high, Where th' other dares not lend his eye. One nearer to God's altar trod, The other to the altar's God.
Seite 199 - A tongue chain'd up without a sound ! Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed, save bats and owls ! A midnight bell, a parting groan — These are the sounds we feed upon ; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley; Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.
Seite 502 - I prithee send me back my heart, Since I cannot have thine; For if from yours you will not part, Why then shouldst thou have mine? Yet now I think on't, let it lie; To find it were in vain, For th' hast a thief in either eye Would steal it back again.