The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Volumen5Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... meanes to make an often guest , One dish shall serve ; and welcome make the rest . With that which jerks the hams of every jade , Or floor - strow'd locks from off the barber's sheares ? But waxen crownes well gree with borrow'd haires ...
... meanes to make an often guest , One dish shall serve ; and welcome make the rest . With that which jerks the hams of every jade , Or floor - strow'd locks from off the barber's sheares ? But waxen crownes well gree with borrow'd haires ...
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Alexander Chalmers. POEMS OF THE EARL OF STIRLING . By which he might haue meanes t ' abate my. AVRORA . CONTAINING THE FIRST FANCIES OF THE AUTHOR'S YOUTH . abide before the Sunne , so no deformitie can be found in those papers , ouer ...
Alexander Chalmers. POEMS OF THE EARL OF STIRLING . By which he might haue meanes t ' abate my. AVRORA . CONTAINING THE FIRST FANCIES OF THE AUTHOR'S YOUTH . abide before the Sunne , so no deformitie can be found in those papers , ouer ...
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... meanes my selfe for to destroy , The tenour of my starre hath bene so bad . And though my state a thousand times were worse , As it is else past bounds of all beleefe : Yet all Pandora's plagues could not haue force , To aggrauate the ...
... meanes my selfe for to destroy , The tenour of my starre hath bene so bad . And though my state a thousand times were worse , As it is else past bounds of all beleefe : Yet all Pandora's plagues could not haue force , To aggrauate the ...
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... meanes to re - erect my state , And leaue for to breath foorth such dolorous winds , Whilst I my selfe in constancie do show A rocke against the waues amidst the sea . As many waters make in end a sea , As many minutes make in end an ...
... meanes to re - erect my state , And leaue for to breath foorth such dolorous winds , Whilst I my selfe in constancie do show A rocke against the waues amidst the sea . As many waters make in end a sea , As many minutes make in end an ...
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Alexander Chalmers. By which he might haue meanes t ' abate my pride . Whose daintie turrets all were cled All made of precious stones : That which in Candie. SONET XVIII . PRAISE - WORTHY part where praise's praise is plac'd , As th ...
Alexander Chalmers. By which he might haue meanes t ' abate my pride . Whose daintie turrets all were cled All made of precious stones : That which in Candie. SONET XVIII . PRAISE - WORTHY part where praise's praise is plac'd , As th ...
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
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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...