The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Volumen5Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 100
Página 18
... hath he been my captive and my slave , And begg'd for that which thou unask'd shall have . " Over my altars hath he hung his lance , His batter'd shield , his uncontrolled crest , And for my sake hath learn'd to sport and dance , To coy ...
... hath he been my captive and my slave , And begg'd for that which thou unask'd shall have . " Over my altars hath he hung his lance , His batter'd shield , his uncontrolled crest , And for my sake hath learn'd to sport and dance , To coy ...
Página 20
... hath treble wrong , When it is barr'd the aidance of the tongue . An oven that is stopp'd , or river stay'd , Burneth more hotly , swelleth with more rage : So of concealed sorrow may be said ; Free vent of words love's fire doth ...
... hath treble wrong , When it is barr'd the aidance of the tongue . An oven that is stopp'd , or river stay'd , Burneth more hotly , swelleth with more rage : So of concealed sorrow may be said ; Free vent of words love's fire doth ...
Página 22
... hath ended in the west : The owl , night's herald , shrieks , ' t is very late ; The sheep are gone to fold , birds to their nest ; The coal - black clouds that shadow Heaven's light , Do summon us to part , and bid good night . " Now ...
... hath ended in the west : The owl , night's herald , shrieks , ' t is very late ; The sheep are gone to fold , birds to their nest ; The coal - black clouds that shadow Heaven's light , Do summon us to part , and bid good night . " Now ...
Página 24
... Hath dropp'd a precious jewel in the flood , Or ' stonish'd as night - wanderers often are , Their light blown out in some mistrustful wood ; Even so confounded in the dark she lay , Having lost the fair discovery of her way ...
... Hath dropp'd a precious jewel in the flood , Or ' stonish'd as night - wanderers often are , Their light blown out in some mistrustful wood ; Even so confounded in the dark she lay , Having lost the fair discovery of her way ...
Página 35
... hath eyes his treasure to behold , But like still - pining Tantalus he sits , And useles barns the harvest of his wits ; Having no other pleasure of his gain , But torment that it cannot cure his pain . " So then he hath it when he ...
... hath eyes his treasure to behold , But like still - pining Tantalus he sits , And useles barns the harvest of his wits ; Having no other pleasure of his gain , But torment that it cannot cure his pain . " So then he hath it when he ...
Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...