Poems: Miscellanies, The Mistress, Pindarique Odes, Davideis, Verses Written on Several OccasionsCambridge University Press, 1905 - 466 pagini |
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Pagina 25
... Begin not now , blest Pair , to Disagree . No wonder Death mov'd not his gen'erous mind . You , and a new born You , he left behind . Even Fate exprest his love to his dear Wife , And let him end your Picture with his Life . H ...
... Begin not now , blest Pair , to Disagree . No wonder Death mov'd not his gen'erous mind . You , and a new born You , he left behind . Even Fate exprest his love to his dear Wife , And let him end your Picture with his Life . H ...
Pagina 50
... Begin , my Muse ; but lo , the strings To my great Song rebellious prove ; The strings will sound of nought but Love . I broke them all , and put on new ; ' Tis this or nothing sure will do . These sure ( said I ) will me obey ; These ...
... Begin , my Muse ; but lo , the strings To my great Song rebellious prove ; The strings will sound of nought but Love . I broke them all , and put on new ; ' Tis this or nothing sure will do . These sure ( said I ) will me obey ; These ...
Pagina 61
... - natur'd God as He . Thou pretendest , Trayt'erous Wine , To be the Muses friend and Mine . With Love and Wit thou dost begin , False Fires , alas , to draw us in . Which , if our course we by them keep , 19 MISCELLANIES.
... - natur'd God as He . Thou pretendest , Trayt'erous Wine , To be the Muses friend and Mine . With Love and Wit thou dost begin , False Fires , alas , to draw us in . Which , if our course we by them keep , 19 MISCELLANIES.
Pagina 67
... begin To the poor wretch , when Legion entred in . Forgive me , God , I cry'd ; for I Flatter'd my self I was to dye . 3 . But quickly to my Cost I found , ' Twas cruel Love , not Death had made the wound : Death a more generous rage ...
... begin To the poor wretch , when Legion entred in . Forgive me , God , I cry'd ; for I Flatter'd my self I was to dye . 3 . But quickly to my Cost I found , ' Twas cruel Love , not Death had made the wound : Death a more generous rage ...
Pagina 83
... begin To find that You'r concern'd therein ; If a Joy e're come to me , That Tasts of any thing but Thee ; If any Sorrow touch my Mind , Whilst You are well , and not unkind ; If I a minutes space debate , Whether I shall curse and hate ...
... begin To find that You'r concern'd therein ; If a Joy e're come to me , That Tasts of any thing but Thee ; If any Sorrow touch my Mind , Whilst You are well , and not unkind ; If I a minutes space debate , Whether I shall curse and hate ...
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Poems: Miscellanies, The Mistress, Pindarique Odes, Davideis, Verses Written ... Abraham Cowley Vizualizare completă - 1905 |
Poems: Miscellanies, The Mistress, Pindarique Odes, Davideis, Verses Written ... Abraham Cowley Vizualizare completă - 1905 |
Poems: Miscellanies, The Mistress, Pindarique Odes, Davideis ..., Volumul 1 Abraham Cowley Vizualizare completă - 1905 |
Termeni și expresii frecvente
Æneid Ahimelech ancient Angels Baal Beasts beauteous Beauty blest blood Body bold brest bright called Chro Chromius Crown curse David Death Divine e're Earth Edom Egyptian ev'en Eyes fair Fame fantastick Fate fear feast Fire Flame Friends gentle Gods hand happy hast Heart Heav'en Heaven Hebrew Henry Herringman Honour Israel Jonathan Josephus Jupiter kind King Land less Light live lov'd Love methinks Michol mighty misprints Moab Muse Musick Naioth Nature ne're Night noble o're Ortygia Osyris Ovid Pindar Plin Poets pride Prince Prophets proud rage rich sacred Saul says seem'd Septuagint shine sight slain Soul Stars Statius strong swift Sword Thee thine things thou dost thought Thunder Tree trembling Twas Verse Virg Virgil Whilst wise wonder word wretched Youth δὲ ἐν καὶ τε
Pasaje populare
Pagina 280 - Oh that my words were now written! Oh that they were printed in a book! That they were graven with an iron pen and lead In the rock for ever!
Pagina 361 - And Jonathan stripped himself of the robe that was upon him, and gave it to David, and his garments, even to his sword, and to his bow, and to his girdle.
Pagina 211 - Behold, the nations are as a drop of a bucket, and are counted as the small dust of the balance : behold, he taketh up the isles as a very little thing.
Pagina 217 - I beheld when he had opened the sixth seal, and, lo, there was a great earthquake ; and the sun became black as sackcloth of hair, and the moon became as blood ; and the stars of heaven fell unto the earth, even as a fig tree casteth her untimely figs, when she is shaken of a mighty wind.
Pagina 49 - Elisha-like (but with a wish much less, More fit thy greatness, and my littleness) Lo here I beg (I whom thou once didst prove So humble to esteem, so good to love) Not that thy spirit might on me doubled be, I ask but half thy mighty spirit for me ; And when my muse soars with so strong a wing, 'Twill learn of things divine, and first of thee to sing.
Pagina 41 - If I should tell the politic arts To take and keep men's hearts ; The letters, embassies, and spies, The frowns, and smiles, and flatteries, The quarrels, tears, and perjuries, Numberless, nameless...
Pagina 217 - Judgment also will I lay to the line, And righteousness to the plummet: And the hail shall sweep away the refuge of lies, And the waters shall overflow the hiding place.
Pagina 395 - And Saul answered and said, Am not I a Benjamite, of the smallest of the tribes of Israel? and my family the least of all the families of the tribe of Benjamin? wherefore then speakest thou so to me?
Pagina 57 - Tis filled wherever thou dost tread, Nature's self's thy Ganymede. Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing, Happier than the happiest king. All the fields which thou dost see, All the plants, belong to thee ; All that summer hours produce, Fertile made with early juice...
Pagina 15 - WHAT shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own ? I shall, like beasts or common people, die, Unless you write my elegy ; Whilst others great, by being born, are grown; Their mothers' labour, not their own. In this scale gold, in th' other fame does lie, The weight of that mounts this so high.