Seventeenth Century Poetry: An AnthologyChatto & Windus, 1948 - 310 oldal |
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39. oldal
... hath smutched it ? Have you felt the wool of beaver ? Or swan's - down ever ? Or have smelt o ' the bud o ' the briar ? Or the nard in the fire ? Or have tasted the bag of the bee ? O so white ! O so soft ! O so sweet is she ! From ' An ...
... hath smutched it ? Have you felt the wool of beaver ? Or swan's - down ever ? Or have smelt o ' the bud o ' the briar ? Or the nard in the fire ? Or have tasted the bag of the bee ? O so white ! O so soft ! O so sweet is she ! From ' An ...
121. oldal
... Hath Time ' How soon hath Time the subtle thief of youth , Stol'n on his wing my three and twentieth year ! My hasting days fly on with full career , But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th . Perhaps my semblance might deceive the ...
... Hath Time ' How soon hath Time the subtle thief of youth , Stol'n on his wing my three and twentieth year ! My hasting days fly on with full career , But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th . Perhaps my semblance might deceive the ...
299. oldal
... hath Time the subtle thief of youth How vainly men themselves amaze I cannot change , as others do I did not live until this time I did but prompt the age to quit their clogs I do believe I feed a flame within , which so torments me I ...
... hath Time the subtle thief of youth How vainly men themselves amaze I cannot change , as others do I did not live until this time I did but prompt the age to quit their clogs I do believe I feed a flame within , which so torments me I ...
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ascents climb beams beauty blest blood breast breath bright crown'd dark dead dear death dost doth dull e'er earth EDWARD BENLOWES Eternity ev'n eyes face fair fair music Falero fall fame Farewell fate fear fire flame flowers friends give glory gone grace hair hand happy harmonious band hast hath heart Heav'n honour hour King kiss leave lero light live Lord lov'd Love's lovers Lycidas mind mistress morn Muse ne'er never night o'er pain peace Phillis pleasure pow'r praise rose seas seem'd shade Shadwell shine sigh sight sing SIR JOHN SUCKLING sleep smile Song Sonnet 11 soul Spring stars streams sweet SWEET day tears tell thee thine things THOMAS FLATMAN thou art thou shalt thought trees true truth no beauty Twas unto vex'd walk'd weep Whilst WILLIAM HABINGTON wind wings