English Poems: The Elizabethan age and the Puritan period (1550-1660)Walter Cochrane Bronson University of Chicago Press, 1909 |
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... Lost Book I 386 387 • 387 From Book III From Book IV From Paradise Regained 407 408 412 From Samson Agonistes Samson's Lament 416 Samson's Revenge 419 NOTES 427 BIBLIOGRAPHY 517 INDEX OF AUTHORS 533 INDEX OF TITLES 533 INDEX TO FIRST ...
... Lost Book I 386 387 • 387 From Book III From Book IV From Paradise Regained 407 408 412 From Samson Agonistes Samson's Lament 416 Samson's Revenge 419 NOTES 427 BIBLIOGRAPHY 517 INDEX OF AUTHORS 533 INDEX OF TITLES 533 INDEX TO FIRST ...
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... lost his motley livery ; The naked twigs were shivering all for cold , And dropping down the tears abundantly . Each thing , methought , with weeping eye me told The cruel season , bidding me withhold Myself within ; for I was gotten ...
... lost his motley livery ; The naked twigs were shivering all for cold , And dropping down the tears abundantly . Each thing , methought , with weeping eye me told The cruel season , bidding me withhold Myself within ; for I was gotten ...
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... lost , Trust in the shade of pleasing Orange tree ; How Ulster likes of that same golden bit Wherewith my father once made it half tame ; If in the Scotch court be no welt'ring yet : These questions busy wits to me do frame . I ...
... lost , Trust in the shade of pleasing Orange tree ; How Ulster likes of that same golden bit Wherewith my father once made it half tame ; If in the Scotch court be no welt'ring yet : These questions busy wits to me do frame . I ...
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... lost labour trace ; Let all the earth with scorn recount my case ; But do not will me from my love to fly ! I do not envy Aristotle's wit , Nor do aspire to Caesar's bleeding fame , Nor aught do care though some above me sit , Nor hope ...
... lost labour trace ; Let all the earth with scorn recount my case ; But do not will me from my love to fly ! I do not envy Aristotle's wit , Nor do aspire to Caesar's bleeding fame , Nor aught do care though some above me sit , Nor hope ...
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... lost , Wherein the byrds were wont to build their bowre , And now are clothd with mosse and hoary frost , Instede of bloosmes wherwith your buds did flowre ; I see your teares that from your boughes doe raine , Whose drops in drery ...
... lost , Wherein the byrds were wont to build their bowre , And now are clothd with mosse and hoary frost , Instede of bloosmes wherwith your buds did flowre ; I see your teares that from your boughes doe raine , Whose drops in drery ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Æneid ANTISTROPHE Archimago arms beauty behold Ben Jonson birds blood breast breath bright clouds Comus Corydon crown dance dark dead death delight divine dost doth ears earth Edmund Spenser eternal eyes Faerie Faerie Queene fair fear fire flame flocks flowers glory golden grace Greece Greek grove hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven honour Jove king kiss lady Latin leave light live look Love's lover Lycidas Michael Drayton Milton mind morn Muse never night nymph o'er peace Pelops Perilla Pindar poem poet Queene rest rose round SAMUEL DANIEL Saturn sense shade shepherd shine sight sing sleep song Sonnet sorrow soul Spenser spirit spring stars stream sweet tell Thammuz thee thence thine things thought tree true unto verse virtue wanton weep Whilst wind wings youth ΙΟ
Pasajes populares
Página 112 - Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, 10 A cap of flowers, and a kirtle...
Página 120 - When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate. Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope.
Página 127 - Tu-whit, tu-who ! a merry note, 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...
Página 123 - 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...
Página 120 - 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, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Página 129 - Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly Then, heigh, ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! &c.
Página 214 - 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 382 - Return, Alpheus ; the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint...
Página 322 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be ! Tell her, that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide Thou must have uncommended died.
Página 349 - Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm, To bless the doors from nightly harm ; Or let my lamp at midnight hour Be seen in some high, lonely tower, Where I may oft...