Metaphysical Lyrics & Poems of the Seventeenth Century: Donne to ButlerSir Herbert John Clifford Grierson Clarendon Press, 1921 - 244 strán (strany) |
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Strana vi
... least our Love Song : Out upon it , I have lov'd . SIR FRANCIS KYNASTON To Cynthia . On concealment of her beauty SIDNEY GODOLPHIN Song : Noe more unto my thoughts appeare Song : Cloris , it is not thy disdaine • PAGE • 27 28 wwwwwww 36 ...
... least our Love Song : Out upon it , I have lov'd . SIR FRANCIS KYNASTON To Cynthia . On concealment of her beauty SIDNEY GODOLPHIN Song : Noe more unto my thoughts appeare Song : Cloris , it is not thy disdaine • PAGE • 27 28 wwwwwww 36 ...
Strana xxxiii
... least necessary to read and think . No man could be born a metaphysical poet , nor assume the dignity of a writer , by descriptions copied from descriptions , by imitations borrowed from imitations , by traditional imagery and ...
... least necessary to read and think . No man could be born a metaphysical poet , nor assume the dignity of a writer , by descriptions copied from descriptions , by imitations borrowed from imitations , by traditional imagery and ...
Strana xxxv
... least as an element in his stanzas , and to longer and more intricate stanzas . Lightening both the feeling and the thought , the courtly poets simplified the verse , attaining some of their most wonderful effects in the common ballad ...
... least as an element in his stanzas , and to longer and more intricate stanzas . Lightening both the feeling and the thought , the courtly poets simplified the verse , attaining some of their most wonderful effects in the common ballad ...
Strana xxxviii
... least occasionally , in the same strain . Of all those whom Professor Saintsbury's ardent and catholic but discriminating taste has collected there is none who has not written too much indifferent verse , but none who has not written ...
... least occasionally , in the same strain . Of all those whom Professor Saintsbury's ardent and catholic but discriminating taste has collected there is none who has not written too much indifferent verse , but none who has not written ...
Strana 22
... least remember , I forbade it thee ; Not that I shall repaire.my'unthrifty wast Of Breath and Blood , upon thy sighes , and teares , By being to thee then what to me thou wast ; But , so great Joy , our life at once outweares , Then , least ...
... least remember , I forbade it thee ; Not that I shall repaire.my'unthrifty wast Of Breath and Blood , upon thy sighes , and teares , By being to thee then what to me thou wast ; But , so great Joy , our life at once outweares , Then , least ...
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Abraham Cowley Andrew Marvell Angels Aurelian Townshend beauty blest breast breath brest bright Carew conceits Countesse of Bedford Cowley crown dayes dear death Divine Donne's doth drest e're earth Elegie eyes fair Faith fall Fate feare fire flame flowers George Herbert give glory grace grave grief happy hath heart Heaven Henry Vaughan hope Hymn John Donne joyes Katherine Philips King light live Lord lov'd love's Lovers Lucies day metaphysical mind Mistresse never night numbers passionate Pleasure poems poetic poetry poets Richard Crashaw Richard Lovelace sacred shade shee shine sigh sight sinne Sir John Suckling Song soul spheare spirit starres Sunne sweet taste teares tell thee thine things Thomas Carew Thou art thou dost thou shalt thoughts thy face unto verse vertue wayes weeping William Habington wilt wings ΙΟ
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Strana 145 - Before I understood this place Appointed for my second race, Or taught my soul to fancy aught But a white, celestial thought; When yet I had not walked above A mile or two from my first love, And looking back, at that short space, Could see a glimpse of His bright face...
Strana 112 - I no bayes to crown it? No flowers, no garlands gay? all blasted? All wasted? Not so, my heart: but there is fruit, And thou hast hands. Recover all thy sigh-blown age On double pleasures: leave thy cold dispute Of what is fit, and not. Forsake thy cage, Thy rope of sands, Which...
Strana 205 - To meet thee in that hollow vale. And think not much of my delay; I am already on the way, And follow thee with all the speed Desire can make, or sorrows breed. Each minute is a short degree And every hour a step towards thee. At night when I betake to rest, Next morn I rise nearer my west Of life, almost by eight hours sail Than when sleep breathed his drowsy gale.
Strana xxxi - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd...
Strana xxxvii - But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near: And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.
Strana xxxiv - Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow, And do not drop in for an after-loss. Ah, do not, when my heart hath 'scaped this sorrow, Come in the rearward of a conquered woe; Give not a windy night a rainy morrow, To linger out a purposed overthrow.
Strana 210 - In busy companies of men. Your sacred plants, if here below, Only among the plants will grow; Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So am'rous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress' name; Little, alas, they know or heed, How far these beauties hers exceed!
Strana 1 - Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown; Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.
Strana xx - He affects the metaphysics, not only in his satires, but in his amorous verses, where nature only should reign ; and perplexes the minds of the fair sex with nice speculations of philosophy, when he should engage their hearts, and entertain them with the softnesses of love.
Strana 210 - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.