Select Beauties of Ancient English PoetryT. Cadell, 1787 - Всего страниц: 198 |
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... grief - fwolne breast ( Sweete Soule ! ) this onely comfort feizeth me , That fo few yeeres fhould make thee so much blest , And gave fuch wings to reach eternitie . Is this to die ? no , as a ship Well built , with easy wind A lazy ...
... grief - fwolne breast ( Sweete Soule ! ) this onely comfort feizeth me , That fo few yeeres fhould make thee so much blest , And gave fuch wings to reach eternitie . Is this to die ? no , as a ship Well built , with easy wind A lazy ...
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... grief to thy too rigid fate , I'd weep the world to such a strain , As it should deluge once again . But fince thy loud - tongu'd blood demands fupplies , More from Briareus hands , than Argus eyes , Il'e fing thee obfequies with ...
... grief to thy too rigid fate , I'd weep the world to such a strain , As it should deluge once again . But fince thy loud - tongu'd blood demands fupplies , More from Briareus hands , than Argus eyes , Il'e fing thee obfequies with ...
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... grief , I give thee what I could not keep . Be kind to her , and prethee look Thou write into thy doomf - day book Each parcel of this Rarity Which in thy casket fhrin'd doth ly : See that thou make thy reck'ning streight , And yield ...
... grief , I give thee what I could not keep . Be kind to her , and prethee look Thou write into thy doomf - day book Each parcel of this Rarity Which in thy casket fhrin'd doth ly : See that thou make thy reck'ning streight , And yield ...
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... grief I yield , Thou like the vann first took'st the field , And gotten haft the victory In thus adventuring to dy Before me , whose more years might crave A just precedence in the grave . But heark ! my pulse like a soft drum Beats my ...
... grief I yield , Thou like the vann first took'st the field , And gotten haft the victory In thus adventuring to dy Before me , whose more years might crave A just precedence in the grave . But heark ! my pulse like a soft drum Beats my ...
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... grief distill on you The faddeft drops of a Parentall dew : You afk no other dower then what my eyes Lay out on your untimely exequies : When once I have discharg'd that mournfull skore , Heav'n hath decreed you ne're fhall - coft ine ...
... grief distill on you The faddeft drops of a Parentall dew : You afk no other dower then what my eyes Lay out on your untimely exequies : When once I have discharg'd that mournfull skore , Heav'n hath decreed you ne're fhall - coft ine ...
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 156 - My great example, as it is my theme ! Tho' deep, yet clear ; tho' gentle, yet not dull ; Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 90 - Must call thee so, the rich affection's store That fed our hopes lies now exhaust and spent, Like sums of treasure unto bankrupts lent. We that did nothing study but the way To love each other, with which thoughts the day Rose with delight to us, and with them set, Must learn the hateful art how to forget. We that did nothing wish that...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 104 - With feigned solace ease a true-felt woe; Or if, deaf god, thou do deny that grace, Come as thou wilt, and what thou wilt bequeath, I long to kiss the image of my death.
Стр. 29 - Tis vain to flee, till gentle mercy show Her better eye ; the farther off we go, The swing of Justice deals the mightier blow. Th...