The Poetical Rhapsody: To which are Added, Several Other Pieces, Том 1W. Pickering, 1826 |
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... tears , She blames her hands , she blames her skill ; The bluntness of her shafts she fears , And try them on herself she will . Take heed , sweet Nymph ! try not thy shaft ; Each little touch will prick thy heart : Alas ! thou knowest ...
... tears , She blames her hands , she blames her skill ; The bluntness of her shafts she fears , And try them on herself she will . Take heed , sweet Nymph ! try not thy shaft ; Each little touch will prick thy heart : Alas ! thou knowest ...
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... tears my grief expressing ; By this pipe , which nights and days Sounds your praise ; Pity me , my fault confessing . Or , if I may not desire , That their ire May with penance be suspended ; Yet let me full pardon crave , When I have ...
... tears my grief expressing ; By this pipe , which nights and days Sounds your praise ; Pity me , my fault confessing . Or , if I may not desire , That their ire May with penance be suspended ; Yet let me full pardon crave , When I have ...
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... tears , that torrent - like do flow Adown my hollow cheeks with restless force , Would once , O that they could once , calmer grow ! Would like to thine , once cease their ceaseless course . Thine last not long ; mine still endure ...
... tears , that torrent - like do flow Adown my hollow cheeks with restless force , Would once , O that they could once , calmer grow ! Would like to thine , once cease their ceaseless course . Thine last not long ; mine still endure ...
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... tears I down : O painful plight ! O wretched night , Which never finds a morn of joyful light ! O sad decay ! O wretched day , That never feels the ease of silent night ! " Ye chirping birds ! whose notes might joy my mind , If to my ...
... tears I down : O painful plight ! O wretched night , Which never finds a morn of joyful light ! O sad decay ! O wretched day , That never feels the ease of silent night ! " Ye chirping birds ! whose notes might joy my mind , If to my ...
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... tears , how often Have ye sought her hard heart to soften ! And yet her eye Doth still deny , For all my woes , one bitter tear to shed ; And yet her heart Will not impart One hearty sigh for grief herself hath bred . " Nor I , alas ...
... tears , how often Have ye sought her hard heart to soften ! And yet her eye Doth still deny , For all my woes , one bitter tear to shed ; And yet her heart Will not impart One hearty sigh for grief herself hath bred . " Nor I , alas ...
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The Poetical Rhapsody: To which are Added, Several Other Pieces, Том 1 Francis Davison Полный просмотр - 1826 |
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appear appointed ASTREA Bacon beauty breast brother Burleigh Christopher Davison Countess Court cries dear death desire died doth Dyer's Earl of Essex earth ECLOGUE England erst eyes fair father favour flock Fortune Francis Davison friends Fulke Greville give grace grant Gray's Inn grief hands Harl hath Hatton heart Henry Constable honor hope JOHN DONNE King lament Lee Priory Edition Leicester letter live Lord Lord Leicester Lordship MAID Majesty manuscript married merit mind Muses never night nought P.W. Relatione pain Pembroke PERIN PIERS pipe poems poet POETICAL RHAPSODY poor praise Prince printed Queen Elizabeth RHAPSODY Secretary Davison shepherds sighs sight sing Sir Edward Dyer Sir Egerton Brydges Sir John Sir Philip Sydney Sir Walter Raleigh song Sonnets soon Spenser spring sweet tears Tell thee THENOT thine thou unto virtue WALTER DAVISON WIDOW wife William Davison woes wont words wretched write written
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Стр. 25 - Say to the court, it glows, And shines like rotten wood; Say to the church, it shows What's good, and doth no good. If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie. Tell potentates they live Acting by others' action; Not loved unless they give, Not strong but by a faction.
Стр. 27 - Tell zeal it wants devotion, Tell love it is but lust, Tell time it is but motion, Tell flesh it is but dust ; And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie. Tell age it daily wasteth ; Tell honour how it alters ; Tell beauty how she blasteth ; Tell favour how it falters : And as they shall reply, Give every one the lie.
Стр. 28 - Tell arts they have no soundness, But vary by esteeming ; Tell schools they want profoundness, And stand too much on seeming : If arts and schools reply, Give arts and schools the lie.
Стр. 21 - Wedlock indeed hath oft compared been To public feasts, where meet a public rout, Where they that are without would fain go in, And they that are within would fain go out. Or to the jewel which this virtue had, That men were mad till they might it obtain ; But when they had it, they were twice as mad Till they were dispossessed of it again.
Стр. 26 - Their purpose is ambition, Their practice only hate. And if they once reply, Then give them all the lie. Tell...
Стр. xc - tis my John-a-Combe." But the sharpness of the satire is said to have stung the man so severely, that he never forgave it. He died in the fifty-third year of his age, and was buried on the north side of the chancel, in the great church at Stratford, where a monument is placed in the wall. On his grave-stone underneath is, " Good friend, for Jesus' sake forbear " To dig the dust inclosed here.
Стр. 26 - Who, in their greatest cost, seek nothing but commending ; And if they make reply, then give them all the lie. Tell Zeal it wants devotion ; tell Love it is but lust ; Tell Time it is but motion ; tell Flesh it is but dust ; And wish them not reply, for thou must give the lie.
Стр. 37 - Forth flew the shaft, and pierc'd his heart, '^ That to the ground he fell with pain : Yet up again forthwith he start, And to the nymph he ran amain.
Стр. 100 - Exspuit una duos tussis, et una duos. Jam secura potes totis tussire diebus, Nil istic quod agat tertia tussis babel.
Стр. 37 - There come, he steals her shafts away, And puts his own into their place ; Nor dares he any longer stay, But, ere she wakes, hies thence apace. Scarce was he...