Bell's Edition, Volúmenes23-24J. Bell, 1799 |
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... thyself ; nor blame Our drooping loves , which thus to thy own fame Leave thee executor , since but thy own No pen could do thee justice , nor bays crown Thy vast desert ; save that we nothing can Depute to be thy ashes ' guardian . So ...
... thyself ; nor blame Our drooping loves , which thus to thy own fame Leave thee executor , since but thy own No pen could do thee justice , nor bays crown Thy vast desert ; save that we nothing can Depute to be thy ashes ' guardian . So ...
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... is sped , And meets his wife , which brings her feather - bcd . This day more chearfully than ever shine ; 10 This day , which might inflame thyself , old Valentine ! II . Till now thou warm'dst with multiplying loves Two.
... is sped , And meets his wife , which brings her feather - bcd . This day more chearfully than ever shine ; 10 This day , which might inflame thyself , old Valentine ! II . Till now thou warm'dst with multiplying loves Two.
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... Thyself from thine affection Tak'st warmth enough , and from thine eye All lesser birds will take their jollity . Up , up , fair bride ! and call Thy stars from out their several boxes ; take [ tine ! 30 Thy rubies , pearls , and ...
... Thyself from thine affection Tak'st warmth enough , and from thine eye All lesser birds will take their jollity . Up , up , fair bride ! and call Thy stars from out their several boxes ; take [ tine ! 30 Thy rubies , pearls , and ...
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... thyself , and know with me , That angels , tho ' on earth employ'd they be , Are still in heav'n ; so is he still at home That doth abroad to honest actions come . Donne . ] Nij 50 60 10 Chide thyself then , O Fool ! which yesterday ...
... thyself , and know with me , That angels , tho ' on earth employ'd they be , Are still in heav'n ; so is he still at home That doth abroad to honest actions come . Donne . ] Nij 50 60 10 Chide thyself then , O Fool ! which yesterday ...
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John Bell. Chide thyself then , O Fool ! which yesterday Might'st have read more than all thy books bewray , Hast thou a history which doth present A court where all affections do assent Unto the king's , and that that king's are just ...
John Bell. Chide thyself then , O Fool ! which yesterday Might'st have read more than all thy books bewray , Hast thou a history which doth present A court where all affections do assent Unto the king's , and that that king's are just ...
Términos y frases comunes
33 SONG angels blessed body BRITISH LIBRARY Christ church Court of Faculties cross dare dead dear death didst Dioclesian divine dost doth ears earth EPITHALAMIONS Exeter Exchange eyes fall fear fire flesh foes fortune fall friends give God's gone grace grave grief grow hands hate hath hear heav'n holy honour hour JOHN DONNE kill King leave light limbeck live Lord lov'd Love's lovers mind ne'er never pain poison'd poor pow'r praise pray prayers preach Psalms SATIRE VI scape shew sigh'st sighs sins Sion's slain song soul spheres Spirit stay Stemmate tears thee thence thine things thou art thou canst thou hast thought thro thy blood thy heart thyself tincture tongue twas unto VALEDICTION vext VIRGIN Volume 11 waste weep wilt thou womb wouldst
Pasajes populares
Página 10 - To move, but doth if th' other do. And though it in the centre sit, Yet, when the other far doth roam, It leans and hearkens after it, And grows erect as that comes home. Such wilt thou be to me, who must Like th
Página 136 - 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.
Página 9 - As virtuous men pass mildly away, And whisper to their souls to go, Whilst some of their sad friends do say 'The breath goes now,' and some say 'No'; So let us melt, and make no noise, No tear-floods nor sigh-tempests move; 'Twere profanation of our joys To tell the laity our love. Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears, Men reckon what it did and meant; But trepidation of the spheres, Though greater far, is innocent. Dull sublunary lovers' love, Whose soul is sense, cannot admit Absence, because...
Página 160 - For God's sake, hold your tongue, and let me love, Or chide my palsy, or my gout, My five gray hairs, or ruined fortune flout; With wealth your state, your mind with arts improve, Take you a course, get you a place, Observe his Honour, or his Grace, Or the King's real, or his stamped face Contemplate; what you will, approve, So you will let me love.
Página 11 - And pictures in our eyes to get Was all our propagation. As 'twixt two equal armies Fate Suspends uncertain victory, Our souls — which to advance their state Were gone out — hung 'twixt her and me. And whilst our souls negotiate there, We like sepulchral statues lay; All day the same our postures were, And we said nothing, all the day.
Página 157 - In that the world's contracted thus; Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be To warm the world, that's done in warming us. Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere; This bed thy center is, these walls, thy sphere.
Página 87 - Christ's Cross, and Adam's tree, stood in one place; Look Lord, and find both Adams met in me; As the first Adam's sweat surrounds my face, May the last Adam's blood my soul embrace. So, in His purple wrapp'd receive me Lord, By these His thorns give me His other Crown; And as to others...
Página 153 - SONG Go and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me where all past years are, Or who cleft the Devil's foot; Teach me to hear mermaids singing, Or to keep off envy's stinging, And find What wind Serves to advance an honest mind.
Página 152 - Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone, Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown; Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one. My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, And true plain hearts do in the faces rest, Where can we find two better hemispheres Without sharp north, without declining west?
Página 20 - THE FUNERAL WHOEVER comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair about mine arm; The mystery, the sign, you must not touch, For 'tis my outward soul, Viceroy to that which, unto heav'n being gone, Will leave this to control And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution.