The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Том 6J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... heare : " It is in vaine , braue friends , to shew the right Which we are forc'd to seeke by ciuill fight . Your swords are brandisht in a noble cause , To free your country from a tyrant's jawes . What angry planet , what disastrous ...
... heare : " It is in vaine , braue friends , to shew the right Which we are forc'd to seeke by ciuill fight . Your swords are brandisht in a noble cause , To free your country from a tyrant's jawes . What angry planet , what disastrous ...
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... heare my faithfull promise once againe , Which , if I breake , may all my deeds be vaine . " But now he knowes , that vitall breath is fled , And needlesse words are vtter'd to the dead ; Into the midst of Richard's strength he flies ...
... heare my faithfull promise once againe , Which , if I breake , may all my deeds be vaine . " But now he knowes , that vitall breath is fled , And needlesse words are vtter'd to the dead ; Into the midst of Richard's strength he flies ...
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... heare the king's replic , Who , scorning his aduice as foule and base , Returnes this answer with a wrathfull face : " Let cowards trust their horses ' nimble feete , And in their course with new destruction meete ; Gaine thou some ...
... heare the king's replic , Who , scorning his aduice as foule and base , Returnes this answer with a wrathfull face : " Let cowards trust their horses ' nimble feete , And in their course with new destruction meete ; Gaine thou some ...
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... heare Concerning Dacian troubles ? " " Nothing I. " " You alwayes loue your friends with scoffes to try . " “ If I can tell , the gods my life confound . " " But where will Cæsar giue his souldiers ground , In Italie , or the Trinacrian ...
... heare Concerning Dacian troubles ? " " Nothing I. " " You alwayes loue your friends with scoffes to try . " “ If I can tell , the gods my life confound . " " But where will Cæsar giue his souldiers ground , In Italie , or the Trinacrian ...
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... heare me , though I offer meale . AVSON . IDYLL . XVI . A MAN , both good and wise , whose perfect mind Apollo cannot in a thousand find , As his owne iudge , himselfe exactly knowes , Secure what lords or vulgar brests suppose : He ...
... heare me , though I offer meale . AVSON . IDYLL . XVI . A MAN , both good and wise , whose perfect mind Apollo cannot in a thousand find , As his owne iudge , himselfe exactly knowes , Secure what lords or vulgar brests suppose : He ...
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Стр. 185 - 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. 202 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! Heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life.
Стр. 498 - Her lips were red ; and one was thin, Compared to that was next her chin, Some bee had stung it newly ; But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face, I durst no more upon them gaze, Than on the sun in July.
Стр. 498 - Her feet beneath her Petticoat, Like little mice stole in and out, As if they fear'd the light: But oh! she dances such a way! No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
Стр. 498 - A ballad upon a wedding I tell thee, Dick, where I have been, Where I the rarest things have seen, Oh, things without compare! Such sights again cannot be found In any place on English ground, Be it at wake or fair.
Стр. 493 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee, why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do't?
Стр. 507 - WHEN, dearest, I but think of thee, Methinks all things that lovely be Are present, and my soul delighted : For beauties that from worth arise Are like the grace of deities, Still present with us, though unsighted.
Стр. 557 - One went to brag, th' other to pray ; One stands up close and treads on high, Where th' other dares not lend his eye. One nearer to God's altar trod, The other to the altar's God.
Стр. 199 - A tongue chain'd up without a sound ! Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed, save bats and owls ! A midnight bell, a parting groan — These are the sounds we feed upon ; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley; Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.
Стр. 502 - I prithee send me back my heart, Since I cannot have thine; For if from yours you will not part, Why then shouldst thou have mine? Yet now I think on't, let it lie; To find it were in vain, For th' hast a thief in either eye Would steal it back again.