The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, 5. kötetMitchell, Ames, and White, 1819 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 27 találatból.
vi. oldal
... birth of his first Child , 245 Love's Darts , 247 To the Memory of the most vertuous Mrs. Ursula Sadler , who died of a fever , 248 Upon the Death of the right valiant Sir Bevill Grenvill , Knight , 250 • SELECT POEMS OF ALEXANDER BROME ...
... birth of his first Child , 245 Love's Darts , 247 To the Memory of the most vertuous Mrs. Ursula Sadler , who died of a fever , 248 Upon the Death of the right valiant Sir Bevill Grenvill , Knight , 250 • SELECT POEMS OF ALEXANDER BROME ...
10. oldal
... all mishaps be my poor life , If one short day I never spent in mirth , If my sp'rit with itself holds lasting strife , If sorrows death is but new sorrows birth ; If this vain world be but a mournful stage , 10 DRUMMOND . Sonnet, Sonnet,
... all mishaps be my poor life , If one short day I never spent in mirth , If my sp'rit with itself holds lasting strife , If sorrows death is but new sorrows birth ; If this vain world be but a mournful stage , 10 DRUMMOND . Sonnet, Sonnet,
11. oldal
... birth , by bad aspect of stars , Have never since had happy day or night ? Why was not I a liver in the woods , Or citizen of Thetis ' crystal floods , But fram'd a man for love and fortune's wars ? I look each day when death should end ...
... birth , by bad aspect of stars , Have never since had happy day or night ? Why was not I a liver in the woods , Or citizen of Thetis ' crystal floods , But fram'd a man for love and fortune's wars ? I look each day when death should end ...
78. oldal
... birth , replied : " I wonder , Talbot , that thy noble hart Insults on ruines of the vanquisht part : We had the right , if now to you it flow , The fortune of your swords hath made it so : I neuer will my lucklesse choyce repent , Nor ...
... birth , replied : " I wonder , Talbot , that thy noble hart Insults on ruines of the vanquisht part : We had the right , if now to you it flow , The fortune of your swords hath made it so : I neuer will my lucklesse choyce repent , Nor ...
145. oldal
... birth of light . This from his father Ulfin he did hide , Who , strict to youth , would not permit the best Reward of worth , the bosome of a bride , Should be but after vertuous toyles possest . For Ulfinore ( in blooming honour yet ) ...
... birth of light . This from his father Ulfin he did hide , Who , strict to youth , would not permit the best Reward of worth , the bosome of a bride , Should be but after vertuous toyles possest . For Ulfinore ( in blooming honour yet ) ...
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The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Volume 37 Ezekiel Sanford,Robert Walsh, Jr. Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2015 |
The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Volume 37 Ezekiel Sanford,Robert Walsh, Jr. Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2015 |
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
ALEXANDER BROME arms beauty birth Birtha blest blood born breast breath bright call'd CASTARA CHARLES COTTON clouds crown death delight dost doth e'er Earth eyes face fair fame fate fear fire flames floods flowers GEORGE WITHER golden Goltho Gondibert grace grief hand haste hath haue head heart Heaven hope jemme king kiss light live look lord lov'd love's lovers Lyrian maid mind Muse ne'er neere never night nymph o'er PHINEAS FLETCHER POEMS poet poor pow'r prince queen quoth Rhodalind RICHARD CRASHAW ROBERT HERRICK rocks seas seem'd shade shepheards shine shore sighs sight sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spide spring stars streams swaine sweet tears tell thee Thetis thine thou thought tongue twas twixt unto Venus vertue wanton waves weep whence Whilst WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT WILLIAM DAVENANT WILLIAM HABINGTON winds wings woods wound youth
Népszerű szakaszok
326. oldal - To BLOSSOMS FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile To blush and gently smile, And go at last.
325. oldal - Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along.
325. oldal - We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
327. oldal - Twas pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth, And lose you quite. But you are lovely leaves, where we May read how soon things have Their end, though ne'er so brave: And after they have shown their pride Like you, awhile, they glide Into the grave.
338. oldal - If thy verse do bravely tower, As she makes wing she gets power ; Yet the higher she doth soar, She's affronted still the more : Till she to the high'st hath past, Then she rests with fame at last.
32. oldal - Cease, dreams, the images of day-desires, To model forth the passions of the morrow; Never let rising sun approve you liars, To add more grief to aggravate my sorrow. Still let me sleep, embracing clouds in vain, And never wake to feel the day's disdain.
180. oldal - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
339. oldal - By a daisy, whose leaves, spread, Shut when Titan goes to bed, Or a shady bush or tree, She could more infuse in me Than all Nature's beauties can In some other wiser man.
177. oldal - t: For had not her care furnisht you out With something of handsome, without all doubt You and your sorry Lady Muse had been In the number of those that were not let in. In haste from the court two or three came in, And they brought letters (forsooth) from the Queen; Twas discreetly done, too, for if th' had come Without them, th' had scarce been let into the room.
116. oldal - It is a yea, it is a nay ; A pretty kind of sporting fray ; It is a thing will soon away ; Then, nymphs, take 'vantage while ye may ; And this is love, as I hear say.