The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Band 5Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... rest . No , lady , no ; my heart longs not to groan , But soundly sleeps , while now it sleeps alone . " What have you urg'd that I cannot reprove ? The path is smooth that leadeth unto danger ; I hate not love , but your device in love ...
... rest . No , lady , no ; my heart longs not to groan , But soundly sleeps , while now it sleeps alone . " What have you urg'd that I cannot reprove ? The path is smooth that leadeth unto danger ; I hate not love , but your device in love ...
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... rest , My throbbing heart shall rock thee day and night : There shall not be one minute of an hour , Wherein I will not kiss my sweet love's flower . " And yokes her silver doves ; by whose swift aid Their mistress mounted , through the ...
... rest , My throbbing heart shall rock thee day and night : There shall not be one minute of an hour , Wherein I will not kiss my sweet love's flower . " And yokes her silver doves ; by whose swift aid Their mistress mounted , through the ...
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... rest thy secret friend : The fault unknown is as a thought unacted ; A little harm , done to a great good end , For lawful policy remains enacted . The poisonous simple sometimes is compacted In a pure compound ; being so applied , His ...
... rest thy secret friend : The fault unknown is as a thought unacted ; A little harm , done to a great good end , For lawful policy remains enacted . The poisonous simple sometimes is compacted In a pure compound ; being so applied , His ...
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... rest thy weary head ; And what wrong else may be imagined By foul enforcement might be done to me , From that , alas ! thy Lucrece is not free . • " For in the dreadful dead of dark midnight , With shining falchion in my chamber came A ...
... rest thy weary head ; And what wrong else may be imagined By foul enforcement might be done to me , From that , alas ! thy Lucrece is not free . • " For in the dreadful dead of dark midnight , With shining falchion in my chamber came A ...
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... rest ? When day's oppression is not eas'd by night , But day by night and night by day oppress'd ? And each , though enemies to either's reign , Do in consent shake hands to torture me , The one by toil , the other to complain How far I ...
... rest ? When day's oppression is not eas'd by night , But day by night and night by day oppress'd ? And each , though enemies to either's reign , Do in consent shake hands to torture me , The one by toil , the other to complain How far I ...
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Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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!
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...