The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Band 5Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... Heaven , amidst the starry quire , Dancing their parts continually do slide : So on the zodiac'Ganymede doth ride , And so is Hebe with the Muses nine , For pleasing Jove with dancing , made divine . " Wherefore was Proteus said himself ...
... Heaven , amidst the starry quire , Dancing their parts continually do slide : So on the zodiac'Ganymede doth ride , And so is Hebe with the Muses nine , For pleasing Jove with dancing , made divine . " Wherefore was Proteus said himself ...
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... Heaven's zone glittering , But a far fairer world encompassing . Unpin that spangled breast - plate , which you wear , That th ' eyes of busy fools may be stopp'd there . Unlace yourself , for that harmonious chime Tells me from you ...
... Heaven's zone glittering , But a far fairer world encompassing . Unpin that spangled breast - plate , which you wear , That th ' eyes of busy fools may be stopp'd there . Unlace yourself , for that harmonious chime Tells me from you ...
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... Heaven's universal alphabet , he falls down to that wretched poorness and frigidity as to talk of Bridge Street in Heaven , and the ostler of Heaven 14. And there wanting other matter to catch him a heat , ( for certain he was on the ...
... Heaven's universal alphabet , he falls down to that wretched poorness and frigidity as to talk of Bridge Street in Heaven , and the ostler of Heaven 14. And there wanting other matter to catch him a heat , ( for certain he was on the ...
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... Heaven I wot . The feet took up the Fish with teeth of gold ; But who with Scorpio lodg'd may not be told . What office then doth the star - gazer beare ? Or let him be the Heaven's ostelere , Or tapsters some , or some be chamberlaines ...
... Heaven I wot . The feet took up the Fish with teeth of gold ; But who with Scorpio lodg'd may not be told . What office then doth the star - gazer beare ? Or let him be the Heaven's ostelere , Or tapsters some , or some be chamberlaines ...
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... Heaven for our clay , And didst with flesh thy godhead vail , Eternal Son of God , all - hail . Shine , happy star ; ye angels sing Glory on high to Heaven's King : 1 Run , shepherds , leave your nightly watch , See Heaven come down to ...
... Heaven for our clay , And didst with flesh thy godhead vail , Eternal Son of God , all - hail . Shine , happy star ; ye angels sing Glory on high to Heaven's King : 1 Run , shepherds , leave your nightly watch , See Heaven come down to ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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!
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...