The uncompleted edition of Wither's poems, ed. by J.M. Gutch. 4 vols, 2. kötet1622 |
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9. oldal
... song doth sing , That hast lost more in losing of thy Son , Than they that lose the title of a King . Needs must the pains that do disturb the head Disease the body throughout every part ; I therefore should have seem'd a member dead ...
... song doth sing , That hast lost more in losing of thy Son , Than they that lose the title of a King . Needs must the pains that do disturb the head Disease the body throughout every part ; I therefore should have seem'd a member dead ...
36. oldal
... song , That had not reason within compass won me , I had told truth enough to have undone me ; ( Nay , have already , if that her divine And unseen power can do no more than mine ; ) For though , foreseeing wariness was good , I fram'd ...
... song , That had not reason within compass won me , I had told truth enough to have undone me ; ( Nay , have already , if that her divine And unseen power can do no more than mine ; ) For though , foreseeing wariness was good , I fram'd ...
55. oldal
... I will myself accuse my song , Or keep a tongue shall do my heart that wrong To say , I willingly , in what I penn'd , Did ought , that might a good man's sight offend , Or with my knowledge did insert one word , That 55.
... I will myself accuse my song , Or keep a tongue shall do my heart that wrong To say , I willingly , in what I penn'd , Did ought , that might a good man's sight offend , Or with my knowledge did insert one word , That 55.
60. oldal
... song , Whose never - dying note shall last as long As there is either river , grove or spring , Or down for sheep , or shepherd's lad to sing ; Yea , I will teach my muse to touch a strain , That was ne'er reach'd to yet by any swain ...
... song , Whose never - dying note shall last as long As there is either river , grove or spring , Or down for sheep , or shepherd's lad to sing ; Yea , I will teach my muse to touch a strain , That was ne'er reach'd to yet by any swain ...
84. oldal
... Which , since I no way else can now explain , If you'll in midst of all these glories deign To lend your ears unto my muse so long , She shall declare it in a wedding - song . Epithalamion . VALENTINE ! * good morrow to thee , 84.
... Which , since I no way else can now explain , If you'll in midst of all these glories deign To lend your ears unto my muse so long , She shall declare it in a wedding - song . Epithalamion . VALENTINE ! * good morrow to thee , 84.
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Alexis art thou bear behold blessed Canticle cause Christ church comfort confess contemn Count Palatine Cuddy dare dear death deign delight doth e'er earth Eclogue Edom envy EPIGRAM Epithalamion esteem eternal Ev'n ev'ry evermore eyes fair faith fame Father favour fear flesh foes fortunes friends George Wither give glory grace grief hand hate hath hear heart heav'n holy honest honour hope Hymns innocence Israel Jerusalem King live Lord malice Marshalsea means mercy mind Muse myrrh ne'er never nought nymphs Philarete pity pleas'd pleasure poor praise pray Prince Religio Medici Rhine Saint Satires Satyrs scorn shame shepherds shew sing Sisera SONG sorrow soul spirit spite sweet thee there's thine things thou art thou didst thou dost thou hast thought thy name true unto villainy virtue vouchsafe whilst Willy worth wrath
Népszerű szakaszok
166. 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.
146. oldal - Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
145. oldal - WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
166. oldal - Some things that may sweeten gladness, In the very gall of sadness. The dull loneness, the black shade, That these hanging vaults have made, The strange music of the waves, Beating on these hollow caves, This black den which rocks emboss, Overgrown with eldest moss : The rude portals that give light More to Terror than Delight : This my chamber of Neglect, Wall'd about with Disrespect ; From all these and this dull air, A fit object for despair, She hath taught me by her might To draw comfort and...
297. oldal - I feel not in myself those common antipathies that I can discover in others : those national repugnances do not touch me, nor do I behold with prejudice the French, Italian, Spaniard, or Dutch...
145. oldal - When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with roses bound, Our hearts with loyal flames; When thirsty grief in wine we steep, When healths and draughts go free, Fishes that tipple in the deep Know no such liberty. When...
167. oldal - Though thou be to them a scorn That to nought but earth are born, Let my life no longer be Than I am in love with thee : Though our wise ones call...
167. oldal - Beating on these hollow caves; This black den which rocks emboss, Overgrown with eldest moss: The rude portals that give light More to terror than delight; This my chamber of neglect, Walled about with disrespect. From all these, and this dull air, A fit object for despair, She hath taught me by her might To draw comfort and delight.
65. oldal - I FIRST adventure, with fool-hardy might, To tread the steps of perilous despite. I first adventure, follow me who list, And be the second English satirist.
165. oldal - Wer't in mortal's power to do.) She doth tell me where to borrow Comfort in the midst of sorrow ; Makes the desolatest place To her presence be a grace ; And the blackest discontents Be her fairest ornaments.