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. oldal
... thy perfections , or weep ail our loss ; Those are too num'rous for an elegic , And this too great to be express'd by me . Tho ' ev'ry pen should share a distinct part , Ye : thou art theme enough to try all art . Let others carve the ...
... thy perfections , or weep ail our loss ; Those are too num'rous for an elegic , And this too great to be express'd by me . Tho ' ev'ry pen should share a distinct part , Ye : thou art theme enough to try all art . Let others carve the ...
iii. oldal
... thy perfections , or weep all our loss ; Those are too num'rous for an elegie , And this too great to be express'd by me . Tho ' ev'ry pen should share a distinct part , Yet thou art theme enough to try all art . Let others carve the ...
... thy perfections , or weep all our loss ; Those are too num'rous for an elegie , And this too great to be express'd by me . Tho ' ev'ry pen should share a distinct part , Yet thou art theme enough to try all art . Let others carve the ...
xxvii. oldal
... thou art so mindful of me ? " so mindful of me , as to lead me for more than forty years through this wilderness of ... thy altar ; so merciful to me , as at last to move my heart to embrace this holy motion : thy -motions I will and do ...
... thou art so mindful of me ? " so mindful of me , as to lead me for more than forty years through this wilderness of ... thy altar ; so merciful to me , as at last to move my heart to embrace this holy motion : thy -motions I will and do ...
lxxi. oldal
... thou art not here , Late her great patron , whose perogative Maintain'd and cloath'd her so , as none alive Must now presume to keep her at thy rate , Tho ' he the Ladies for her dowry ' estate : Or else that awful fire which once did ...
... thou art not here , Late her great patron , whose perogative Maintain'd and cloath'd her so , as none alive Must now presume to keep her at thy rate , Tho ' he the Ladies for her dowry ' estate : Or else that awful fire which once did ...
lxxvii. oldal
... thy knell In tuneful elegies ; there's not language known Fit for thy mention but ' twas first thy own . The epitaphs thou writ'st have so bereft Our tongue of wit , there is no fancy left Enough to weep thee : what henceforth we see Of art ...
... thy knell In tuneful elegies ; there's not language known Fit for thy mention but ' twas first thy own . The epitaphs thou writ'st have so bereft Our tongue of wit , there is no fancy left Enough to weep thee : what henceforth we see Of art ...
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10. oldal - 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
136. oldal - Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
9. oldal - As virtuous men pass mildly away, And whisper to their souls to go, Whilst some of their sad friends do say 'The breath goes now,' and some say 'No'; So let us melt, and make no noise, No tear-floods nor sigh-tempests move; 'Twere profanation of our joys To tell the laity our love. Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears, Men reckon what it did and meant; But trepidation of the spheres, Though greater far, is innocent. Dull sublunary lovers' love, Whose soul is sense, cannot admit Absence, because...
160. oldal - For God's sake, hold your tongue, and let me love, Or chide my palsy, or my gout, My five gray hairs, or ruined fortune flout; With wealth your state, your mind with arts improve, Take you a course, get you a place, Observe his Honour, or his Grace, Or the King's real, or his stamped face Contemplate; what you will, approve, So you will let me love.
11. oldal - And pictures in our eyes to get Was all our propagation. As 'twixt two equal armies Fate Suspends uncertain victory, Our souls — which to advance their state Were gone out — hung 'twixt her and me. And whilst our souls negotiate there, We like sepulchral statues lay; All day the same our postures were, And we said nothing, all the day.
157. oldal - In that the world's contracted thus; Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be To warm the world, that's done in warming us. Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere; This bed thy center is, these walls, thy sphere.
87. oldal - Christ's Cross, and Adam's tree, stood in one place; Look Lord, and find both Adams met in me; As the first Adam's sweat surrounds my face, May the last Adam's blood my soul embrace. So, in His purple wrapp'd receive me Lord, By these His thorns give me His other Crown; And as to others...
153. oldal - SONG Go and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me where all past years are, Or who cleft the Devil's foot; Teach me to hear mermaids singing, Or to keep off envy's stinging, And find What wind Serves to advance an honest mind.
152. oldal - Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone, Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown; Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one. My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, And true plain hearts do in the faces rest, Where can we find two better hemispheres Without sharp north, without declining west?
20. oldal - THE FUNERAL WHOEVER comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair about mine arm; The mystery, the sign, you must not touch, For 'tis my outward soul, Viceroy to that which, unto heav'n being gone, Will leave this to control And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution.