The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Том 5Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... eye - balls where thy beauty lies : Then why not lips on lips , since eyes on eyes ? " Art thou asham'd to kiss ? then wink again , And I will wink , so shall the day seem night ; Love keeps his revels where there be but twain , Be bold ...
... eye - balls where thy beauty lies : Then why not lips on lips , since eyes on eyes ? " Art thou asham'd to kiss ? then wink again , And I will wink , so shall the day seem night ; Love keeps his revels where there be but twain , Be bold ...
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... eye did hotly overlook them ; Wishing Adonis had his team to guide , So he were like him , and by Venus ' side . And ... eyes blaze forth her wrong ; Being judge in love , she cannot right her cause : And now she weeps , and now she fain ...
... eye did hotly overlook them ; Wishing Adonis had his team to guide , So he were like him , and by Venus ' side . And ... eyes blaze forth her wrong ; Being judge in love , she cannot right her cause : And now she weeps , and now she fain ...
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... eyes , small head , and nostril wide , [ strong , High crest , short ears , straight legs , and passing Thin mane ... eyes , petitioners , to his eyes suing ; His eyes saw her eyes as they had not seen them ; Her eyes woo'd still , his ...
... eyes , small head , and nostril wide , [ strong , High crest , short ears , straight legs , and passing Thin mane ... eyes , petitioners , to his eyes suing ; His eyes saw her eyes as they had not seen them ; Her eyes woo'd still , his ...
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... eyes ' shrewd tutor , that hard heart of thine , Hath taught them scornful tricks , and such disdain , That they have murder'd this poor heart of mine ; And these mine eyes , true leaders to their queen , But for thy piteous lips no ...
... eyes ' shrewd tutor , that hard heart of thine , Hath taught them scornful tricks , and such disdain , That they have murder'd this poor heart of mine ; And these mine eyes , true leaders to their queen , But for thy piteous lips no ...
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... eyes to watch . Tell me , love's master , shall we meet to morrow ? Say , shall we ? shall we ? wilt thou make the He tells her , no ; to morrow he intends [ match ? " To hunt the boar with certain of his friends . " The boar ! " quoth ...
... eyes to watch . Tell me , love's master , shall we meet to morrow ? Say , shall we ? shall we ? wilt thou make the He tells her , no ; to morrow he intends [ match ? " To hunt the boar with certain of his friends . " The boar ! " quoth ...
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Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...