Select Beauties of Ancient English PoetryT. Cadell, 1787 - 198 strán (strany) |
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Strana 66
... writing , only rave in verfe ; Which when by thy laws judg'd , ' twill be confeft ' Twas not to be infpir'd , but be poffeft . Where shall we find a Mufe like thine , that can So well prefent , and shew man unto man , That each one ...
... writing , only rave in verfe ; Which when by thy laws judg'd , ' twill be confeft ' Twas not to be infpir'd , but be poffeft . Where shall we find a Mufe like thine , that can So well prefent , and shew man unto man , That each one ...
Strana 67
... write , as trade . That life , that Venus of all things , which we Conceive or fhew , proportion'd Decency , Is not found fcatter'd in thee here or there , But like the foul is wholly every where ; No strange perplexed maze doth pafs ...
... write , as trade . That life , that Venus of all things , which we Conceive or fhew , proportion'd Decency , Is not found fcatter'd in thee here or there , But like the foul is wholly every where ; No strange perplexed maze doth pafs ...
Strana 69
... Write not to Time , but to the Poet's day ; There's difference between Fame and fudden These men fing Kingdoms fals as if that Fate Us'd the fame force to a Village and a State ; These serve Thyeites ' bloody Supper in , As if it only ...
... Write not to Time , but to the Poet's day ; There's difference between Fame and fudden These men fing Kingdoms fals as if that Fate Us'd the fame force to a Village and a State ; These serve Thyeites ' bloody Supper in , As if it only ...
Strana 70
... writing knew thee young ; we may Say justly , they're ungratefull , when they more Condemn'd thee , ' caufe thou wert fo good before : Thine art was thine acts blur , and they'l confefs Thy strong perfumes made them not smell thee lefs ...
... writing knew thee young ; we may Say justly , they're ungratefull , when they more Condemn'd thee , ' caufe thou wert fo good before : Thine art was thine acts blur , and they'l confefs Thy strong perfumes made them not smell thee lefs ...
Strana 106
... write and love . Drummond , Edinb . 1616 . RESTORE thy Treffes to the golden Oar ; Yield Citherea's Son thofe Arks of Love : Bequeath the Heav'ns the Stars that I adore ; And to th ' Orient do thy Pearls remove . Yield thy hands pride ...
... write and love . Drummond , Edinb . 1616 . RESTORE thy Treffes to the golden Oar ; Yield Citherea's Son thofe Arks of Love : Bequeath the Heav'ns the Stars that I adore ; And to th ' Orient do thy Pearls remove . Yield thy hands pride ...
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Strana 107 - Love's latest breath, When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies; When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And Innocence is closing up his eyes : Now, if thou wouldst, when all have given him over, From death to life thou might'st him yet recover.
Strana 107 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Strana 162 - Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky, In joyless fields and thorny thickets, leaves His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man His annual visit. Half afraid, he first Against the window beats; then, brisk, alights On the warm hearth; then, hopping o'er the floor, Eyes all the smiling family askance, And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is; Till more familiar grown, the table-crumbs Attract his slender feet.
Strana 149 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas ! poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
Strana 149 - God save him; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home: But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off,— His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience,— That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Strana 60 - Thou wilt not wake Till I thy fate shall overtake: Till age, or grief, or sickness must Marry my body to that dust It so much loves; and fill the room My heart keeps empty in thy tomb.
Strana 85 - My care is like my shadow in the sun, Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it; Stands and lies by me, does what I have done; This too familiar care does make me rue it: No means I find to rid him from my breast, Till by the end of things it be supprest.
Strana 36 - I cannot, I, no, no ! it will not be. This is the cause that I could never yet Hang on their sleeves that weigh, as thou mayst see, A chip of chance more than a pound of wit.
Strana 21 - 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.
Strana 174 - If I do prove her haggard, Though that her jesses were my dear heart-strings, I'd whistle her off, and let her down the wind, To prey at fortune.