The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Volume 5Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 - English poetry |
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... Soone might she have those kestrels proud outgone , Whose flighty wings are dew'd with wetter aire , And hopen now to shoulder from above The eagle from the stairs of friendly Jove . Or list she rather in late triumph feare Eternal ...
... Soone might she have those kestrels proud outgone , Whose flighty wings are dew'd with wetter aire , And hopen now to shoulder from above The eagle from the stairs of friendly Jove . Or list she rather in late triumph feare Eternal ...
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... soone be brought To Socrates his poysoned hemloc drought , As to the wholsome julap , whose receat Might his disease's lingring force defeat . If nor a dramme of triacle soveraigne , Or aqua vitæ , or sugar candian , Nor kitchin ...
... soone be brought To Socrates his poysoned hemloc drought , As to the wholsome julap , whose receat Might his disease's lingring force defeat . If nor a dramme of triacle soveraigne , Or aqua vitæ , or sugar candian , Nor kitchin ...
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... Soone are sonnes spent , that not soon reared are . Gallio may pull me roses ere they fall , Or in his net entrap the tennis - ball , Or tend his spar - hawke mantling in her mew , Or yelping beagles busy heeles pursue , Or watch a ...
... Soone are sonnes spent , that not soon reared are . Gallio may pull me roses ere they fall , Or in his net entrap the tennis - ball , Or tend his spar - hawke mantling in her mew , Or yelping beagles busy heeles pursue , Or watch a ...
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... soone as some pike too strong Hath swallowed the baite that scornes the shore , Yet now near - hand cannot resist no more ? So lieth he aloofe in smooth pretence , To hide his rough intended violence ; As he that under name of Christmas ...
... soone as some pike too strong Hath swallowed the baite that scornes the shore , Yet now near - hand cannot resist no more ? So lieth he aloofe in smooth pretence , To hide his rough intended violence ; As he that under name of Christmas ...
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... soone discerne my state . No fauour yet my faire affoords , But looking haughtie , though with humble eyes , Doth quite confound my staggering words ; And as not spying that thing which she spies . A mirror makes of me , Where she her ...
... soone discerne my state . No fauour yet my faire affoords , But looking haughtie , though with humble eyes , Doth quite confound my staggering words ; And as not spying that thing which she spies . A mirror makes of me , Where she her ...
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Page 46 - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...
Page 56 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Page 69 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Page 451 - I behold like a Spanish great galleon and an English man-of-war. Master Coleridge, like the former, was built far higher in learning, solid, but slow in his performances. CVL, with the English man-of-war, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about, and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Page 198 - 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.
Page 69 - While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Page 71 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat — Come hither, come hither, come hither ! Here shall we see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live i...
Page 55 - The forward violet thus did I chide ; — Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath ? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells, In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dy'd.
Page 59 - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait On purpose laid to make the taker mad; Mad in pursuit, and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
Page 55 - From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing, That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him: Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell...