The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Volume 6J. Johnson, 1810 - English poetry |
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... Venus putting on Mars his Arms ......... ib . ib . John 16. Verily I say unto yon , ye shall Upon the same ib . weep and lament .... ib . Upon Bishop Andrews his Picture before his John 15. Upon our Lord's last comfortable Sermons ...
... Venus putting on Mars his Arms ......... ib . ib . John 16. Verily I say unto yon , ye shall Upon the same ib . weep and lament .... ib . Upon Bishop Andrews his Picture before his John 15. Upon our Lord's last comfortable Sermons ...
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... arms him bore , he was so weak , That with one hand the vaults of Heav'n could shake . See how small room my infant ... arm , now milder grown , And melted into tears ; as if to pray For pardon , and for pity , it had known , That should ...
... arms him bore , he was so weak , That with one hand the vaults of Heav'n could shake . See how small room my infant ... arm , now milder grown , And melted into tears ; as if to pray For pardon , and for pity , it had known , That should ...
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... arms for innocence , but innocence ? For when they saw their Lord's bright cognizance Shine in his face , soon did they disadvance , And some unto him kneel , and some about him dance . Down fell the lordly lion's angry mood , And he ...
... arms for innocence , but innocence ? For when they saw their Lord's bright cognizance Shine in his face , soon did they disadvance , And some unto him kneel , and some about him dance . Down fell the lordly lion's angry mood , And he ...
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... arm'd with boughy crest , A wall of prim hid in his bushes bears , Shaking at every wind their leavy spears , While she ... arms embraced him the more , And her with ruby grapes laugh'd at her paramour . Under the shadow of these drunken ...
... arm'd with boughy crest , A wall of prim hid in his bushes bears , Shaking at every wind their leavy spears , While she ... arms embraced him the more , And her with ruby grapes laugh'd at her paramour . Under the shadow of these drunken ...
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... arms are stretch'd abroad to grace thee , And , as they open stand , call to embrace thee : Why stay'st thou then , my soul ! O fly , fly , thither haste thee . His radious head with shameful thorns they tear , His tender back with ...
... arms are stretch'd abroad to grace thee , And , as they open stand , call to embrace thee : Why stay'st thou then , my soul ! O fly , fly , thither haste thee . His radious head with shameful thorns they tear , His tender back with ...
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Page 185 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Page 202 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! Heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life.
Page 498 - Her lips were red ; and one was thin, Compared to that was next her chin, Some bee had stung it newly ; But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face, I durst no more upon them gaze, Than on the sun in July.
Page 498 - Her feet beneath her Petticoat, Like little mice stole in and out, As if they fear'd the light: But oh! she dances such a way! No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
Page 498 - A ballad upon a wedding I tell thee, Dick, where I have been, Where I the rarest things have seen, Oh, things without compare! Such sights again cannot be found In any place on English ground, Be it at wake or fair.
Page 493 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee, why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do't?
Page 507 - WHEN, dearest, I but think of thee, Methinks all things that lovely be Are present, and my soul delighted : For beauties that from worth arise Are like the grace of deities, Still present with us, though unsighted.
Page 557 - One went to brag, th' other to pray ; One stands up close and treads on high, Where th' other dares not lend his eye. One nearer to God's altar trod, The other to the altar's God.
Page 199 - A tongue chain'd up without a sound ! Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed, save bats and owls ! A midnight bell, a parting groan — These are the sounds we feed upon ; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley; Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.
Page 502 - I prithee send me back my heart, Since I cannot have thine; For if from yours you will not part, Why then shouldst thou have mine? Yet now I think on't, let it lie; To find it were in vain, For th' hast a thief in either eye Would steal it back again.