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עמוד 192 - Who now reads Cowley ? if he pleases yet, His moral pleases, not his pointed wit : Forgot his epic, nay Pindaric art, But still I love the language of his heart.
עמוד 52 - My soul, like to a ship in a black storm, Is driven I know not whither.
עמוד 186 - THE WISH. Well then ; I now do plainly see, This busy world and I shall ne'er agree ; The very honey of all earthly joy Does of all meats the soonest cloy, And they, methinks, deserve my pity, Who for it can endure the stings, The crowd, and buzz, and murmurings Of this great hive, the city. Ah, yet, ere I descend to th...
עמוד 186 - I descend to the grave, May I a small house and large garden have; And a few friends, and many books, both -true, Both wise, and both delightful too! And since Love ne'er will from me flee, — A mistress moderately fair, And good as guardian-angels are, Only beloved, and loving me!
עמוד 53 - Come, come, my lord, untie your folded thoughts, And let them dangle loose, as a bride's hair.
עמוד 121 - Gods' protection, but the night before ; Follow me weeping to my turf, and there Let fall a primrose, and with it a tear : Then lastly, let some weekly strewings be Devoted to the memory of me ; Then shall my ghost not walk about, but keep Still in the cool and silent shades of sleep.
עמוד 161 - Whoe'er she be, That not impossible she That shall command my heart and me; Where'er she lie, Locked up from mortal eye In shady leaves of destiny...