The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, כרך 5Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 93
עמוד xiv
... Grief ingrost 603 592 A pastoral Dialogue , Shepherd , Nymph , Chorus ib . ib . Red and white Roses 604 ib . To my Cousin C. R. marrying my Lady A. ib . ib . ib . A Lover upon an Accident , necessitating his Departure , consults with ...
... Grief ingrost 603 592 A pastoral Dialogue , Shepherd , Nymph , Chorus ib . ib . Red and white Roses 604 ib . To my Cousin C. R. marrying my Lady A. ib . ib . ib . A Lover upon an Accident , necessitating his Departure , consults with ...
עמוד 23
... grief , and hang the head . " What should I do , seeing thee so indeed , That trembling at th ' imagination , The thought of it doth make my faint heart bleed ? And fear doth teach it divination : I prophesy thy death , my living sorrow ...
... grief , and hang the head . " What should I do , seeing thee so indeed , That trembling at th ' imagination , The thought of it doth make my faint heart bleed ? And fear doth teach it divination : I prophesy thy death , my living sorrow ...
עמוד 25
... grief ; All entertain'd , each passion labours so , That every present sorrow seemeth chief , But none is best ; then join they all together , Like many clouds cousulting for foul weather . By this , far off she hears some huntsman ...
... grief ; All entertain'd , each passion labours so , That every present sorrow seemeth chief , But none is best ; then join they all together , Like many clouds cousulting for foul weather . By this , far off she hears some huntsman ...
עמוד 26
... grief for one , And yet , " quoth she , " behold two Adons dead ! My sighs are blown away , my salt tears gone , Mine eyes are turn'd to fire , my heart to lead : Heavy heart's lead melt at mine eyes , as fire ! So shall I die by drops ...
... grief for one , And yet , " quoth she , " behold two Adons dead ! My sighs are blown away , my salt tears gone , Mine eyes are turn'd to fire , my heart to lead : Heavy heart's lead melt at mine eyes , as fire ! So shall I die by drops ...
עמוד 27
... grief to wet his eyes : To grow unto himself was his desire , And so ' t is thine ; but know , it is as good To wither in my breast , as in his blood . " Here was thy father's bed , here in my breast ; Thou art the next of blood , and ...
... grief to wet his eyes : To grow unto himself was his desire , And so ' t is thine ; but know , it is as good To wither in my breast , as in his blood . " Here was thy father's bed , here in my breast ; Thou art the next of blood , and ...
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
angels bear beasts beauty Ben Jonson blood bloud body breath breed brest COUNTESS OF BEDFORD court dare dead dear death didst disdaine Donne dost doth Earth ELEGY eyes face fair fall falne fame farre fear fire flames foes friends give glory God's grace grief grone hand hate hath haue heart Heaven Hell honour horrour JOHN DONNE king light liv'd live look Lord loue lov'd love's lust mind Muse never night nought once paine pleasure poet poison'd poor pow'r praise prince rage rais'd rest SATIRE III SATIRE VI Satires scape scorne seem'd shame sight sinne sonne SONNET soul sprite straight strange Sunne sweet tears terrour thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thyself tongue true twixt unto us'd verse vex'd virtue Whil'st wrath wretched
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 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...
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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!
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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...
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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...