Gathered riches from the older poets, A.D. 1340-1699 [ed. by W.K.].Houlston and Wright, 1865 - Всего страниц: 123 |
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... sure , And full - assured trust , joy without measure , And jollity , fresh cheerfulness , and mirth ; And bounty , lowliness , and courtesy , And seemliness and faithful company , And dread of shame that will not do amiss . CHAUCER ...
... sure , And full - assured trust , joy without measure , And jollity , fresh cheerfulness , and mirth ; And bounty , lowliness , and courtesy , And seemliness and faithful company , And dread of shame that will not do amiss . CHAUCER ...
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... sure , Goes gladly forth the way ; Brief , every living creature Takes comfort of the day . The misty fog , the clouds of rain , From tops of mountains skails ; Clear are the highest hills and plain , The vapours take the vales . The ...
... sure , Goes gladly forth the way ; Brief , every living creature Takes comfort of the day . The misty fog , the clouds of rain , From tops of mountains skails ; Clear are the highest hills and plain , The vapours take the vales . The ...
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... painted is the occident With purple sanguine bright . What pleasure then to walk and see , Endlang a river clear ; The perfect form of every tree Within the deep appear . O sure it were a seemly thing , While all PERIOD SECOND . 27.
... painted is the occident With purple sanguine bright . What pleasure then to walk and see , Endlang a river clear ; The perfect form of every tree Within the deep appear . O sure it were a seemly thing , While all PERIOD SECOND . 27.
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W. K.. O sure it were a seemly thing , While all is still and calm , The praise of God to play and sing With trumpet and with shalm . All labourers draw hame at even , And can to others say , Thanks to the gracious God of Heaven , Who ...
W. K.. O sure it were a seemly thing , While all is still and calm , The praise of God to play and sing With trumpet and with shalm . All labourers draw hame at even , And can to others say , Thanks to the gracious God of Heaven , Who ...
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... sure in all kinds of hypocrisy No bodies yet are found of constant being ; No uniform , no stable mystery , No inward nature , but an outward seeming ; No solid truth , no virtue , holiness , But types of these , which time makes more ...
... sure in all kinds of hypocrisy No bodies yet are found of constant being ; No uniform , no stable mystery , No inward nature , but an outward seeming ; No solid truth , no virtue , holiness , But types of these , which time makes more ...
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angels ANON art thou beams beauty behold BEN JONSON birds blessed blest bliss blossom born breath bright CHAUCER Christ cloud comfort creatures dark death delight divine doth dust dwell Earl of Surrey earth eternal eyes face fair faith fear flesh flowers GEORGE SANDYS give glorious glory God's grace hath heart heaven heavenly holy hope humble Hymn James Shirley JAMES WEDDERBURN John Donne King leave light live look Lord Love's man's mercy mighty mind mortal Nature's never NICHOLAS BRETON night nightingale o'er pleasure poets poor praise pure Religio Medici rest rich RICHARD ROLLE rise Saviour scorn sense shalt shepherds shew shine sight sing SIR JOHN DAVIES Sir Thomas Browne sleep song soul spirit spring stars strong sweet Tell Thee Thine things Thou art Thou hast thought Thy Majesty thyself tree true voice wake wilt wind wings wise
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Стр. 167 - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind 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.
Стр. 70 - 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. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones and soul's delivery.
Стр. 118 - IN the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! When I lie within my bed, Sick in heart, and sick in head, And with doubts discomforted, Sweet Spirit, comfort me...
Стр. 75 - A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Стр. 55 - How happy is he born and taught, That serveth not another's will! Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill...
Стр. 114 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Стр. 70 - Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well, And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
Стр. 68 - Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun, Which was my sin, though it were done before? Wilt thou forgive that sin through which I run, And do run still, though still I do deplore? When thou hast done, thou hast not done, For I have more.
Стр. 32 - ART thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers? O sweet content! Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplexed? O punishment! Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vexed To add to golden numbers, golden numbers?
Стр. 168 - See, how the orient dew, Shed from the bosom of the morn, Into the blowing roses, (Yet careless of its mansion new, For the clear region where 'twas born,) Round in itself incloses And, in its little globe's extent, Frames, as it can, its native element.