The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Volume 6J. Johnson, 1810 - English poetry |
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... Grief , that aye pursues His winged steps ; for who would not refuse Grief's company , a dull , and raw - bon'd spright , That lanks the cheeks , and pales the freshest sight , Unbosoming the cheerful breast of all delight ? Pefore this ...
... Grief , that aye pursues His winged steps ; for who would not refuse Grief's company , a dull , and raw - bon'd spright , That lanks the cheeks , and pales the freshest sight , Unbosoming the cheerful breast of all delight ? Pefore this ...
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... grief , and make their game , His naked body to expose to shame , That all might come to see , and all might see that came . Whereat the Heav'n put out his guilty eye , " That durst behold so execrable sight , And sabled all in black ...
... grief , and make their game , His naked body to expose to shame , That all might come to see , and all might see that came . Whereat the Heav'n put out his guilty eye , " That durst behold so execrable sight , And sabled all in black ...
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... grief unquiet your soft rest : Enough is me your plaints to sound again , That never could enough myself complain . Sing then , O sing aloud thou Arimathean swain . But long he stood , in his faint arms upholding The fairest spoil Hear ...
... grief unquiet your soft rest : Enough is me your plaints to sound again , That never could enough myself complain . Sing then , O sing aloud thou Arimathean swain . But long he stood , in his faint arms upholding The fairest spoil Hear ...
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... grief not to be express'd . So when the lark ( poor bird ! ) afar espy'th Her yet unfeather'd children ( whom to save She strives in vain ) slain by the fatal scythe ,. Which from the meadow her green locks doth shave , That their warm ...
... grief not to be express'd . So when the lark ( poor bird ! ) afar espy'th Her yet unfeather'd children ( whom to save She strives in vain ) slain by the fatal scythe ,. Which from the meadow her green locks doth shave , That their warm ...
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... grief , no change , wait on their winged hours . But now their naked bodies scorn the cold , And from their eyes joy looks , and laughs at pain ; The infant wonders how he came so old , And old man how he came so young again ; Still ...
... grief , no change , wait on their winged hours . But now their naked bodies scorn the cold , And from their eyes joy looks , and laughs at pain ; The infant wonders how he came so old , And old man how he came so young again ; Still ...
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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.