Bell's Edition, Volúmenes23-24J. Bell, 1799 |
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... waste faster " than by such griefs . As for ---- ` From my Hospitai at Micham , Aug. IO . JOHN DONNE . " Thus he did bemoan himself ; and thus in other letters . 66 ---- " For we hardly discover a sin when it is but an omission of some ...
... waste faster " than by such griefs . As for ---- ` From my Hospitai at Micham , Aug. IO . JOHN DONNE . " Thus he did bemoan himself ; and thus in other letters . 66 ---- " For we hardly discover a sin when it is but an omission of some ...
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... waste the brain ) make silence a safe way T'enlarge the soul from these walls , mud and clay , ( Materials of this body ) to remain 60 With Donne in heaven , where no promiscuous pain Lessens the joy we have ; for with him all Are ...
... waste the brain ) make silence a safe way T'enlarge the soul from these walls , mud and clay , ( Materials of this body ) to remain 60 With Donne in heaven , where no promiscuous pain Lessens the joy we have ; for with him all Are ...
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... wastes in meat , in cloaths , in horse , in notes ; Who loves whores , who boys , and who goats . I , more amaz'd than Circe's prisoners , when They felt themselves turn beasts , felt myself then 130 Becoming traitor , and methought I ...
... wastes in meat , in cloaths , in horse , in notes ; Who loves whores , who boys , and who goats . I , more amaz'd than Circe's prisoners , when They felt themselves turn beasts , felt myself then 130 Becoming traitor , and methought I ...
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... , and with strings the odds tries Of his neck to his leg , and waste to thighs . So in immaculate clothes and symmetry Perfect as circles , with such nicety As a young preacher at his first time goes To 128 Sat. IV . SATIRES .
... , and with strings the odds tries Of his neck to his leg , and waste to thighs . So in immaculate clothes and symmetry Perfect as circles , with such nicety As a young preacher at his first time goes To 128 Sat. IV . SATIRES .
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... waste By sin in it , which it t'wards hell doth weigh . Only thou art above , and when t'wards thee By thy leave I can look , I rise again ; But our old subtle foe so tempteth me , That not one hour myself I can sustain : Thy grace may ...
... waste By sin in it , which it t'wards hell doth weigh . Only thou art above , and when t'wards thee By thy leave I can look , I rise again ; But our old subtle foe so tempteth me , That not one hour myself I can sustain : Thy grace may ...
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.