The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Volume 5Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 - English poetry |
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... Mind ib . 96 XIV . Of the Sun - beams of her Mind .... XV . Of her Wit ........ . ib . ib . XVI . Of her Will ... ib . XVII . Of her Memory 103 XVIII . Of her Fancy . ib . XIX . Of the Organs of her Mind ...... ib . Objection 1. Answer ...
... Mind ib . 96 XIV . Of the Sun - beams of her Mind .... XV . Of her Wit ........ . ib . ib . XVI . Of her Will ... ib . XVII . Of her Memory 103 XVIII . Of her Fancy . ib . XIX . Of the Organs of her Mind ...... ib . Objection 1. Answer ...
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... Mind of the Frontispiece to a Booke ...... An Ode to James Earle of Desmond , writ in Queene Elizabeth's Time , since lost , and recovered ...... ........ Ode . - Hellen , did Homer never see ..... ib . 471 ib . A Sonnet , to the noble ...
... Mind of the Frontispiece to a Booke ...... An Ode to James Earle of Desmond , writ in Queene Elizabeth's Time , since lost , and recovered ...... ........ Ode . - Hellen , did Homer never see ..... ib . 471 ib . A Sonnet , to the noble ...
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... mind : Being proud , as females are , to see him woo her , She puts on outward strangeness , seems unkind ; Spurns at his love , and scorns the heat he feels , Beating his kind embracements with her heels . Then , like a melancholy male ...
... mind : Being proud , as females are , to see him woo her , She puts on outward strangeness , seems unkind ; Spurns at his love , and scorns the heat he feels , Beating his kind embracements with her heels . Then , like a melancholy male ...
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... mind , To wail his death , who lives , and must not die , Till mutual overthrow of mortal kind ! For he being dead , with him is beauty slain , And , beauty dead , black chaos comes again . " Fie , fie , fond Love , thou art so full of ...
... mind , To wail his death , who lives , and must not die , Till mutual overthrow of mortal kind ! For he being dead , with him is beauty slain , And , beauty dead , black chaos comes again . " Fie , fie , fond Love , thou art so full of ...
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... minds that As one of which doth Tarquin lie revolving The sundry dangers of his will's obtaining ; Yet ever to obtain ... mind he doth debate What following sorrow may on this arise : Then looking scornfully , he doth despise His naked ...
... minds that As one of which doth Tarquin lie revolving The sundry dangers of his will's obtaining ; Yet ever to obtain ... mind he doth debate What following sorrow may on this arise : Then looking scornfully , he doth despise His naked ...
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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...