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... of translation or imitation . Watson , Sidney , Daniel , Spenser , Drayton , Lodge , all of them , with rarer or more frequent touches of individuality . are pipers of Petrarch's woes , sighing in the strain xviii Introduction .
... of translation or imitation . Watson , Sidney , Daniel , Spenser , Drayton , Lodge , all of them , with rarer or more frequent touches of individuality . are pipers of Petrarch's woes , sighing in the strain xviii Introduction .
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Donne to Butler Sir Herbert John Clifford Grierson. are pipers of Petrarch's woes , sighing in the strain of Ronsard or more often of Desportes Shakespeare , indeed , in his great sequence , and Drayton in at any rate one sonnet ...
Donne to Butler Sir Herbert John Clifford Grierson. are pipers of Petrarch's woes , sighing in the strain of Ronsard or more often of Desportes Shakespeare , indeed , in his great sequence , and Drayton in at any rate one sonnet ...
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... sigh , to move , Nor can entreat one other tear to fall , And all my treasure , which should purchase thee , Sighs , tears , and oaths , and letters I have spent . Yet no more can be due to me , Than at the bargain made was meant , Af ...
... sigh , to move , Nor can entreat one other tear to fall , And all my treasure , which should purchase thee , Sighs , tears , and oaths , and letters I have spent . Yet no more can be due to me , Than at the bargain made was meant , Af ...
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... sighs and tears return again Into my breast and eyes , which I have spent , That I might in this holy discontent Mourn with some fruit , as I have mourned in vain . It was rather the temperament of one who , at a time when a public ...
... sighs and tears return again Into my breast and eyes , which I have spent , That I might in this holy discontent Mourn with some fruit , as I have mourned in vain . It was rather the temperament of one who , at a time when a public ...
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... sighs in lieu of wind : Remorse thy pilot ; thy misdeeds thy card ; Torment thy haven , shipwreck thy best reward . His best poem , The Burning Babe , to have written which Jonson ' would have been content to destroy many of his ' , has ...
... sighs in lieu of wind : Remorse thy pilot ; thy misdeeds thy card ; Torment thy haven , shipwreck thy best reward . His best poem , The Burning Babe , to have written which Jonson ' would have been content to destroy many of his ' , has ...
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Abraham Cowley Andrew Marvell Angels Aurelian Townshend beauty blest breast breath brest bright Carew conceits Countesse of Bedford Cowley crown dayes dear death Divine Donne's doth drest e're earth Elegie eyes fair Faith fall Fate feare fire flame flowers George Herbert give glory grace grave grief happy hath heart Heaven Henry Vaughan hope Hymn John Donne joyes Katherine Philips King light live Lord lov'd love's Lovers Lucies day metaphysical mind Mistresse never night numbers passionate Pleasure poems poetic poetry poets Richard Crashaw Richard Lovelace sacred shade shee shine sigh sight sinne Sir John Suckling Song soul spheare spirit starres Sunne sweet taste teares tell thee thine things Thomas Carew Thou art thou dost thou shalt thoughts thy face unto verse vertue wayes weeping William Habington wilt wings ΙΟ
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Page 145 - Before I understood this place Appointed for my second race, Or taught my soul to fancy aught But a white, celestial thought; When yet I had not walked above A mile or two from my first love, And looking back, at that short space, Could see a glimpse of His bright face...
Page 112 - I no bayes to crown it? No flowers, no garlands gay? all blasted? All wasted? Not so, my heart: but there is fruit, And thou hast hands. Recover all thy sigh-blown age On double pleasures: leave thy cold dispute Of what is fit, and not. Forsake thy cage, Thy rope of sands, Which...
Page 205 - To meet thee in that hollow vale. And think not much of my delay; I am already on the way, And follow thee with all the speed Desire can make, or sorrows breed. Each minute is a short degree And every hour a step towards thee. At night when I betake to rest, Next morn I rise nearer my west Of life, almost by eight hours sail Than when sleep breathed his drowsy gale.
Page xxxi - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd...
Page xxxvii - But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near: And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.
Page xxxiv - Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow, And do not drop in for an after-loss. Ah, do not, when my heart hath 'scaped this sorrow, Come in the rearward of a conquered woe; Give not a windy night a rainy morrow, To linger out a purposed overthrow.
Page 210 - In busy companies of men. Your sacred plants, if here below, Only among the plants will grow; Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So am'rous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress' name; Little, alas, they know or heed, How far these beauties hers exceed!
Page 1 - Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown; Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.
Page xx - He affects the metaphysics, not only in his satires, but in his amorous verses, where nature only should reign ; and perplexes the minds of the fair sex with nice speculations of philosophy, when he should engage their hearts, and entertain them with the softnesses of love.
Page 210 - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.