The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Volumul 5Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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Pagina x
... Muse , the Lady Digby , on her Husband Sir Kenelme Digby 490 An Epigram . To the Small Pox Epitaph . - What beautie would have lovely stilde 473 ib . New years expect new gifts : sister , your harpe ib . A New Years Gift , sung to King ...
... Muse , the Lady Digby , on her Husband Sir Kenelme Digby 490 An Epigram . To the Small Pox Epitaph . - What beautie would have lovely stilde 473 ib . New years expect new gifts : sister , your harpe ib . A New Years Gift , sung to King ...
Pagina 47
... Muse grown with this growing age , A dearer birth than this his love had brought , To march in ranks of better equipage : But since he died , and poets better prove , Theirs for their style I'll read , his for his love . SONNET XXXVI ...
... Muse grown with this growing age , A dearer birth than this his love had brought , To march in ranks of better equipage : But since he died , and poets better prove , Theirs for their style I'll read , his for his love . SONNET XXXVI ...
Pagina 52
... Muse , And found such fair assistance in my verse , As every alien pen hath got my use , And under thee their poesy disperse . Thine eyes , that taught the dumb on high to sing , And heavy ignorance aloft to fly , Have added feathers to ...
... Muse , And found such fair assistance in my verse , As every alien pen hath got my use , And under thee their poesy disperse . Thine eyes , that taught the dumb on high to sing , And heavy ignorance aloft to fly , Have added feathers to ...
Pagina 53
... Muse in manners holds her still , While comments of your praise , richly compil'd , Reserve their character with golden quill , And precious phrase by all the Muses fil'd . I think good thoughts , while others write good words , And ...
... Muse in manners holds her still , While comments of your praise , richly compil'd , Reserve their character with golden quill , And precious phrase by all the Muses fil'd . I think good thoughts , while others write good words , And ...
Pagina 55
... Muse , that thou forget'st so long To speak of that which gives thee all thy might ? Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song , Darkening thy power , to lend base subjects light ? Return , forgetful Muse , and straight redeem In ...
... Muse , that thou forget'st so long To speak of that which gives thee all thy might ? Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song , Darkening thy power , to lend base subjects light ? Return , forgetful Muse , and straight redeem In ...
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Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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!
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...