The uncompleted edition of Wither's poems, ed. by J.M. Gutch. 4 vols, Volym 21622 |
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... honest Truth incurreth hate . But more , much more I grieve that we do miss The joy we lately had , and that he's gone , Whose living presence might have helpt all this : His everlasting absence makes me moan . Yea , most I grieve that ...
... honest Truth incurreth hate . But more , much more I grieve that we do miss The joy we lately had , and that he's gone , Whose living presence might have helpt all this : His everlasting absence makes me moan . Yea , most I grieve that ...
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... honest half - plough tillage ; Or else I would I were as young again As when ELIZA , our last Phoenix , died ; My childish years had not conceived then What ' twas to lose a Prince so dignified . But now I know ; and what now doth't ...
... honest half - plough tillage ; Or else I would I were as young again As when ELIZA , our last Phoenix , died ; My childish years had not conceived then What ' twas to lose a Prince so dignified . But now I know ; and what now doth't ...
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... honest policy , His courage much admir'd , his very name , His public love and private courtesy , Join'd with religious firmness , might have mov'd Pale Envy to have prais'd him ; and sure he , Had he been of mean birth , had been belov ...
... honest policy , His courage much admir'd , his very name , His public love and private courtesy , Join'd with religious firmness , might have mov'd Pale Envy to have prais'd him ; and sure he , Had he been of mean birth , had been belov ...
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... my crosses had me quite out - worn , Spirit enough I'd find your spite to scorn ; Of which resolv'd , to further my adventure , Unto my King , without your leaves I enter . + To the Honest Courtiers . BUT you , whose only 28.
... my crosses had me quite out - worn , Spirit enough I'd find your spite to scorn ; Of which resolv'd , to further my adventure , Unto my King , without your leaves I enter . + To the Honest Courtiers . BUT you , whose only 28.
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George Wither John Mathew Gutch. To the Honest Courtiers . BUT you , whose only worth doth colour give To them , that they do worthy seem to live , Kind Gentlemen ! your aid I crave , to bring A Satire to the presence of his King . A ...
George Wither John Mathew Gutch. To the Honest Courtiers . BUT you , whose only worth doth colour give To them , that they do worthy seem to live , Kind Gentlemen ! your aid I crave , to bring A Satire to the presence of his King . A ...
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Alexis art thou bear behold blessed Canticle cause Christ church comfort confess contemn Count Palatine Cuddy dare dear death deign delight doth e'er earth Eclogue Edom envy EPIGRAM Epithalamion esteem eternal Ev'n ev'ry evermore eyes fair faith fame Father favour fear flesh foes fortunes friends George Wither give glory grace grief hand hate hath hear heart heav'n holy honest honour hope Hymns innocence Israel Jerusalem King live Lord malice Marshalsea means mercy mind Muse myrrh ne'er never nought nymphs Philarete pity pleas'd pleasure poor praise pray Prince Religio Medici Rhine Saint Satires Satyrs scorn shame shepherds shew sing Sisera SONG sorrow soul spirit spite sweet thee there's thine things thou art thou didst thou dost thou hast thought thy name true unto villainy virtue vouchsafe whilst Willy worth wrath
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Sida 166 - 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 146 - Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Sida 145 - WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Sida 166 - Some things that may sweeten gladness, In the very gall of sadness. The dull loneness, the black shade, That these hanging vaults have made, The strange music of the waves, Beating on these hollow caves, This black den which rocks emboss, Overgrown with eldest moss : The rude portals that give light More to Terror than Delight : This my chamber of Neglect, Wall'd about with Disrespect ; From all these and this dull air, A fit object for despair, She hath taught me by her might To draw comfort and...
Sida 297 - I feel not in myself those common antipathies that I can discover in others : those national repugnances do not touch me, nor do I behold with prejudice the French, Italian, Spaniard, or Dutch...
Sida 145 - When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with roses bound, Our hearts with loyal flames; When thirsty grief in wine we steep, When healths and draughts go free, Fishes that tipple in the deep Know no such liberty. When...
Sida 167 - Though thou be to them a scorn That to nought but earth are born, Let my life no longer be Than I am in love with thee : Though our wise ones call...
Sida 167 - Beating on these hollow caves; This black den which rocks emboss, Overgrown with eldest moss: The rude portals that give light More to terror than delight; This my chamber of neglect, Walled about with disrespect. From all these, and this dull air, A fit object for despair, She hath taught me by her might To draw comfort and delight.
Sida 65 - I FIRST adventure, with fool-hardy might, To tread the steps of perilous despite. I first adventure, follow me who list, And be the second English satirist.
Sida 165 - Wer't in mortal's power to do.) She doth tell me where to borrow Comfort in the midst of sorrow ; Makes the desolatest place To her presence be a grace ; And the blackest discontents Be her fairest ornaments.