Specimens with Memoirs of the Less-known British Poets, Volym 2J. Nichol, 1860 |
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... beauty , wealth , and all Our friendships , shrinking from the funeral . The thought of this begets that brave disdain . With which thou view'st the world , and makes those vain Treasures of fancy , serious fools so court , And sweat to ...
... beauty , wealth , and all Our friendships , shrinking from the funeral . The thought of this begets that brave disdain . With which thou view'st the world , and makes those vain Treasures of fancy , serious fools so court , And sweat to ...
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... beauty , and behold Man with an equal eye , not bright in gold , Or tall in little ; so much him they weigh As virtue raiseth him above his clay . Thus let us value things : and since we find Time bend us toward death , let's in our ...
... beauty , and behold Man with an equal eye , not bright in gold , Or tall in little ; so much him they weigh As virtue raiseth him above his clay . Thus let us value things : and since we find Time bend us toward death , let's in our ...
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... beauty of the human face , or the quiet lustre of statuary , or the mild glory of moonlight , gives the effects of music , and , like that divine art , ' Pours on mortals a beautiful disdain , ' may surely become music's metaphor and ...
... beauty of the human face , or the quiet lustre of statuary , or the mild glory of moonlight , gives the effects of music , and , like that divine art , ' Pours on mortals a beautiful disdain , ' may surely become music's metaphor and ...
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... beauty's pride , And Judith reign'd in her stead . 7 One month , three days , and half an hour , Judith held the sovereign power : Wondrous beautiful her face , But so weak and small her wit , That she to govern was unfit , And so ...
... beauty's pride , And Judith reign'd in her stead . 7 One month , three days , and half an hour , Judith held the sovereign power : Wondrous beautiful her face , But so weak and small her wit , That she to govern was unfit , And so ...
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... beauty , which doth carry At morning May , at night a January ; From the grave City - brow ( For though it want an R , it has The letter of Pythagoras ) Keep me , O Fortune ! now , And chines of beef innumerable send me , Or from the ...
... beauty , which doth carry At morning May , at night a January ; From the grave City - brow ( For though it want an R , it has The letter of Pythagoras ) Keep me , O Fortune ! now , And chines of beef innumerable send me , Or from the ...
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Anacreon angels Argalia battle of Newbury beasts beauty bless'd blood breath bright Castara Chertsey Clearchus clouds Cowley crown dark dead death delight didst divine doth e'er earth eyes fair fame fancy fate fear feast fire flame flowers glory God's Gondibert grace grief grow hand haste hath head heart heaven hunt Ismenus JOHN CHALKHILL Jonathan pierced King labour light live look Lord Lord St Albans mighty mind Muse ne'er never night o'er Pharaoh Pindar poems poet poor praise pride prince proud rage rich ROGET Rutland House sacred savage justice shade shine sight sing smile soft song soul spirit spring stars sweet tears thee thine things thou dost thought trees twas Twixt unto verse wanton weep Whilst whither wilt thou WILLIAM DAVENANT wind wings wounds youth
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Sida 28 - Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. » We have short time to stay as you; We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you or anything.
Sida 25 - Ah BEN! Say how, or when Shall we thy guests Meet at those lyric feasts, Made at the Sun, The Dog, the Triple Tun ? Where we such clusters had, As made us nobly wild, not mad ; And yet each verse of thine Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.
Sida 184 - Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade. Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside...
Sida 36 - Get up, get up for shame ! the blooming morn Upon her wings presents the god unshorn. See how Aurora throws her fair Fresh-quilted colours through the air: Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree. Each flower has wept, and bow'd toward the east. Above an hour since ; yet you not drest, Nay ! not so much as out of bed ? When all the birds have matins said, And sung their thankful hymns : 'tis sin, Nay, profanation, to keep in, — Whenas a thousand virgins on this day,...
Sida 269 - Love not the world, neither the things that are in the world. If any man love the world, the love of the Father is not in him. For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, is not of the Father, but is of the world. And the world passeth away, and the lust thereof: but he that doeth the will of God abideth for ever.
Sida 36 - Come, my Corinna, come; and, coming, mark How each field turns a street, each street a park Made green and trimm'd with trees: see how Devotion gives each house a bough Or branch: each porch, each door, ere this An ark, a tabernacle is, Made up of white-thorn neatly interwove; As if here were those cooler shades of love.
Sida 37 - As if here were those cooler shades of love. Can such delights be in the street, And open fields, and we not...
Sida 183 - Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, And Innocence, thy sister dear? Mistaken long, I sought you then In busy companies of men: Your sacred plants, if here below, Only among the plants will grow; Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So amorous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress
Sida 115 - By a daisy, whose leaves, spread, Shut when Titan goes to bed, Or a shady bush or tree, She could more infuse in me Than all Nature's beauties can In some other wiser man.
Sida 26 - GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time...