IdeaK. Paul, Trench, Trübner and Company, 1897 - Всего страниц: 199 |
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... wonder , here's the wonder , love , That this to me doth yet no wonder prove . TO MIRACLE XXXV SOME misbelieving and profane in love , IDEA 43.
... wonder , here's the wonder , love , That this to me doth yet no wonder prove . TO MIRACLE XXXV SOME misbelieving and profane in love , IDEA 43.
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... mock me when I stumble in the street , And wonder how my young sight so decayed . Yet do I joy in this , even when I fall , That I shall see again and then see all . XXVIII WELL may my soul , immortal and divine , FIDESSA 103.
... mock me when I stumble in the street , And wonder how my young sight so decayed . Yet do I joy in this , even when I fall , That I shall see again and then see all . XXVIII WELL may my soul , immortal and divine , FIDESSA 103.
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... wonder through the world must pass . But were I dead , she would not be betrayed ; It's I , that ' gainst my will , shall make it known . Her cruelty by me must be bewrayed , Or I must hide my head and live alone . I'll pluck my silver ...
... wonder through the world must pass . But were I dead , she would not be betrayed ; It's I , that ' gainst my will , shall make it known . Her cruelty by me must be bewrayed , Or I must hide my head and live alone . I'll pluck my silver ...
Стр. 118
Michael Drayton. XLII WHEN never - speaking silence proves a wonder , When ever - flying flame at home remaineth , When all - concealing night keeps darkness under , When men - devouring wrong true glory gaineth , When soul - tormenting ...
Michael Drayton. XLII WHEN never - speaking silence proves a wonder , When ever - flying flame at home remaineth , When all - concealing night keeps darkness under , When men - devouring wrong true glory gaineth , When soul - tormenting ...
Стр. 120
... Wonder of women , were she not unkind , The pitiless of pity to deprive . Yet she , the kindest creature of her kind , Accuseth me of self - ingratitude , And well she may , sith by good proof I find Myself had died , had she not ...
... Wonder of women , were she not unkind , The pitiless of pity to deprive . Yet she , the kindest creature of her kind , Accuseth me of self - ingratitude , And well she may , sith by good proof I find Myself had died , had she not ...
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Ankor aspire BARTHOLOMEW GRIFFIN bear beauty's behold blest blind breast breath caitiffs Chloris conceit crave cruel cruel love cruelty Cupid dear death delight despair disdain earth evermore face fair Fidessa fairest fair faith fame Fates favour fear fire flame fortune give goddess grace grief hate hath hear heart heaven heavenly Hellespont hope immortal live love's lovers lute Michael Drayton mind mistress moan move murder muse ne'er never night Nine worthy numbers nymph packhorse pain passions pining pity plaint poet Polesworth poor Corin praise prove Pygmalion queen quoth rage sad designs scorn shepherds sighs sight sing Sisyphus sith smart smile song sonnets sorrows soul spirit Styx sweet sweet reply Syrinx tears tell thee thou hast thou wilt thoughts thy beauty torments true unhappy UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN unkind unto verse virtue wail weeping wherein Whilst WILLIAM SMITH wonder wound
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Стр. 70 - 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. Now at the last gasp of 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 would'st, when all have given him...
Стр. 15 - Where I to thee eternity shall give, When nothing else remaineth of these days, And queens hereafter shall be glad to live Upon the alms of thy superfluous praise ; Virgins and matrons reading these my rhymes, Shall be so much delighted with thy story, That they shall grieve they lived not in these times, To have seen thee, their sex's only glory. So shalt thou fly above the vulgar throng, Still to survive in my immortal song.
Стр. 46 - Which though the day disjoin by several flight, The quiet evening yet together brings, And each returns unto his love at night ! O thou that art so courteous else to all, Why shouldst thou, Night, abuse me only thus, That every creature to his kind dost call, And yet 'tis thou dost only sever us ? Well could I wish it would be ever day, If when night comes, you bid me go away.
Стр. 60 - t please the Fates by their resistless force ; Lastly, mine eyes amazedly have seen Essex's great fall, Tyrone his peace to gain, The quiet end of that...
Стр. 53 - Age rules my lines with wrinkles in my face ; Where, in the Map of all my Misery...
Стр. 113 - Cupid's mount, that well beloved hill is, And where that little god himself is warden. See where my love sits in the beds of spices, Beset all round with camphor, myrrh, and roses, And interlaced with curious devices, Which her from all the world apart incloses.
Стр. 17 - Brow Defaced with wrinkles, that I might but see ! Thy dainty Hair, so curled and crisped now, Like grizzled moss upon some aged tree ! Thy Cheek, now flush with roses, sunk and lean ! Thy Lips, with age as any wafer thin ! Thy pearly Teeth, out of thy head so clean, That when thou feed'st, thy Nose shall touch thy Chin ! These Lines that now scornst, which should delight thee : Then would I make thee read, but to despite thee ! S OTHER men, so I myself, do muse Why in this sort I wrest Invention...
Стр. 51 - Passions' pain. Thus sundry men, their sundry minds repeat. I pass not, I, how men affected be ! Nor who commends or discommends my Verse ! It pleaseth me, if I my woes rehearse ! And in my lines, if She, my love may see ! Only my comfort still consists in this; Writing her praise, I cannot write amiss!
Стр. 65 - HEN like an Eaglet, I first found my love, For that the virtue I thereof would know, Upon the nest I set it forth, to prove If it were of that kingly kind or no : But it no sooner saw my sun appear, But on her rays with open eyes it stood ; To shew that I had hatched it for the air, And rightly came from that brave-mounting brood.
Стр. 166 - My love, I cannot thy rare beauties place Under those forms which many writers use. Some, like to stones compare their mistress' face. Some in the name of flowers do love abuse ; Some make their love a goldsmith's shop to be, Where orient pearls and precious stones abound: In my conceit these far do disagree, The perfect praise of beauty forth to sound.