The Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical ...Robert Anderson Arch, 1795 |
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... thee , God must make thee fee ; But thine eyes blind too , there's no hope for thee . Thou fay'st she's wife and witty , fair and free ; All these are reasons why the fhould fcorn thee . Thou doft proteft thy love , and wouldst it shew ...
... thee , God must make thee fee ; But thine eyes blind too , there's no hope for thee . Thou fay'st she's wife and witty , fair and free ; All these are reasons why the fhould fcorn thee . Thou doft proteft thy love , and wouldst it shew ...
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... thee , O God ! Firft I was made By thee , and for thee ; and when I was decay'd Thy blood bought that , the which before was thine . I am thy fun , made with thyself to shine , Thy fervant , whofe pains thou hast still repay'd , Thy ...
... thee , O God ! Firft I was made By thee , and for thee ; and when I was decay'd Thy blood bought that , the which before was thine . I am thy fun , made with thyself to shine , Thy fervant , whofe pains thou hast still repay'd , Thy ...
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... thee much more must flow ; And fooneft our beft men with thee do go , Rest of their bones , and foul's delivery . Thou'rt flave to fate , chance , kings , and despe And doft with poison , war , and sickness , dwell , And poppy or charms ...
... thee much more must flow ; And fooneft our beft men with thee do go , Rest of their bones , and foul's delivery . Thou'rt flave to fate , chance , kings , and despe And doft with poison , war , and sickness , dwell , And poppy or charms ...
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... thee ? Yet thou triumph'ft , and fay'ft that thou Find'ft not thyfelf nor me the weaker now : ' Tis true ; then learn how falfe fears be : Juft fo much honour , when thou yield'ft to me , Will wafte , as this Flea's death took life from ...
... thee ? Yet thou triumph'ft , and fay'ft that thou Find'ft not thyfelf nor me the weaker now : ' Tis true ; then learn how falfe fears be : Juft fo much honour , when thou yield'ft to me , Will wafte , as this Flea's death took life from ...
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... thee foon is fpent ; Thy beauty , and all parts which are thee , Are an unchangeable firmament : Yet ' t was of my mind , feizing thee , Though it in thee cannot perfevere ; For I had rather owner be Of thee one hour than all else ever ...
... thee foon is fpent ; Thy beauty , and all parts which are thee , Are an unchangeable firmament : Yet ' t was of my mind , feizing thee , Though it in thee cannot perfevere ; For I had rather owner be Of thee one hour than all else ever ...
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Strona 537 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Strona 536 - While we can, the sports of love. Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever; Spend not then his gifts in vain. Suns that set may rise again: But if once we lose this light, 'Tis with us perpetual night.
Strona 590 - IF I freely may discover What would please me in my lover, I would have her fair and witty, Savouring more of court than city ; A little proud, but full of pity ; Light and humorous in her toying ; Oft...
Strona 533 - The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, rise; I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further to make thee a room; Thou art a monument, without a tomb, And art alive still, while thy book doth live And we have wits to read and praise to give.
Strona 33 - When my grave is broke up again Some second guest to entertain (For graves have learned that womanhead To be to more than one a bed), And he that digs it spies A bracelet of bright hair about the bone...
Strona 543 - No, Both wills were in one stature ; And as that wisdom had decreed, The Word was now made Flesh indeed, And took on him our nature. What comfort by Him do we win, Who made Himself the price of sin, To make us heirs of Glory ! To see this babe, all innocence, A martyr born in our defence : Can man forget this...
Strona 590 - Though I am young and cannot tell Either what Death or Love is well, Yet, I have heard they both bear darts, And both do aim at human hearts : And then again, I have been told, Love wounds with heat, as Death with cold ; So that I fear they do but bring Extremes to touch, and mean one thing. As in a ruin we it call One thing to be blown up or fall ; Or to our end, like way may have By...
Strona 30 - To move, but doth, if th' other do. And though it in the centre sit, Yet, when the other far doth roam, It leans, and hearkens after it, And grows erect, as that comes home. Such wilt thou be to me, who must, Like th' other foot, obliquely run; Thy firmness makes my circle just, And makes me end where I begun.
Strona 23 - Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run? Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide Late schoolboys and sour prentices; Go tell court-huntsmen that the king will ride, Call country ants to harvest offices; Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime, Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
Strona 518 - Seven years thou wert lent to me, and I thee pay, Exacted by thy fate, on the just day. O, could I lose all father, now! For why Will man lament the state he should envy? To have so soon 'scaped world's and flesh's rage, And, if no other misery, yet age! Rest in soft peace; and, asked, say: Here doth lie Ben Jonson his best piece of poetry...