Bell's Edition, Volúmenes23-24J. Bell, 1799 |
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... weep ail our loss ; Those are too num'rous for an elegic , And this too great to be express'd by me . Tho ' ev'ry pen should share a distinct part , Ye : thou art theme enough to try all art . Let others carve the rest ; it shall ...
... weep ail our loss ; Those are too num'rous for an elegic , And this too great to be express'd by me . Tho ' ev'ry pen should share a distinct part , Ye : thou art theme enough to try all art . Let others carve the rest ; it shall ...
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... weep all our loss ; Those are too num'rous for an elegie , And this too great to be express'd by me . Tho ' ev'ry pen should share a distinct part , Yet thou art theme enough to try all art . Let others carve the rest ; it shall suffice ...
... weep all our loss ; Those are too num'rous for an elegie , And this too great to be express'd by me . Tho ' ev'ry pen should share a distinct part , Yet thou art theme enough to try all art . Let others carve the rest ; it shall suffice ...
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... possessed with those very thoughts and joys that he laboured to instill into others : a preacher in earnest , weeping sometimes for his auditory , sometimes with them ; always preach- ing Ciij LIFE OF DR . DONNE . xxix.
... possessed with those very thoughts and joys that he laboured to instill into others : a preacher in earnest , weeping sometimes for his auditory , sometimes with them ; always preach- ing Ciij LIFE OF DR . DONNE . xxix.
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... have so bereft Our tongue of wit , there is no fancy left Enough to weep thee : what henceforth we see Of art or nature must result from thee . There may , perchance , some busy - gathering friend Giij VERSES TO THE AUTHOR . ilxxvii.
... have so bereft Our tongue of wit , there is no fancy left Enough to weep thee : what henceforth we see Of art or nature must result from thee . There may , perchance , some busy - gathering friend Giij VERSES TO THE AUTHOR . ilxxvii.
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... weep a tear For his decease : such sad extremities May make such men as I write elegies . And wonder not ; for when a gen'ral loss Falls on a nation , and they slight the cross , God hath rais'd prophets to awaken them . From ...
... weep a tear For his decease : such sad extremities May make such men as I write elegies . And wonder not ; for when a gen'ral loss Falls on a nation , and they slight the cross , God hath rais'd prophets to awaken them . From ...
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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
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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.