Lives of the English Sacred Poets, 第 1 卷J.W. Parker, 1839 |
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... mind , that a history of English Sacred Poetry was not meditated , and that a rapid view of some of its principal cultivators , in addition to the more extended memoirs , was all that could be offered . This object appeared likely to be ...
... mind , that a history of English Sacred Poetry was not meditated , and that a rapid view of some of its principal cultivators , in addition to the more extended memoirs , was all that could be offered . This object appeared likely to be ...
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... mind ; My youth to age ; or else because My comforts are so cold , My sorrow makes me in conceit To be decrepit , old ; My hopes to fears ; or else because My fortunes are forlorn , My fancy makes me make myself Unto myself a scorn . In ...
... mind ; My youth to age ; or else because My comforts are so cold , My sorrow makes me in conceit To be decrepit , old ; My hopes to fears ; or else because My fortunes are forlorn , My fancy makes me make myself Unto myself a scorn . In ...
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... mind at peace with itself , and which gave to his prison - lays a sweetness irresistibly touching . His Muse does not demand our admiration by the splen- dour of her charms , but rather wins our love by the simplicity , the modesty ...
... mind at peace with itself , and which gave to his prison - lays a sweetness irresistibly touching . His Muse does not demand our admiration by the splen- dour of her charms , but rather wins our love by the simplicity , the modesty ...
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... mind Of more sweetness than all art , Or inventions can impart : Thoughts too deep to be expressed , And too strong to be suppressed . Wither's existence did not glide away in idleness or meditation . He was a soldier , a magistrate ...
... mind Of more sweetness than all art , Or inventions can impart : Thoughts too deep to be expressed , And too strong to be suppressed . Wither's existence did not glide away in idleness or meditation . He was a soldier , a magistrate ...
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... mind could not fail of being salutary ; the coarseness of the descriptions harmonized with the rudeness of the age ; and the strictures upon the vices and crimes of the great and powerful , display a remarkable courage and rectitude of ...
... mind could not fail of being salutary ; the coarseness of the descriptions harmonized with the rudeness of the age ; and the strictures upon the vices and crimes of the great and powerful , display a remarkable courage and rectitude of ...
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第108页 - By a daisy whose leaves spread Shut when Titan goes to bed ; Or a shady bush or tree, She could more infuse in me, Than all Nature's beauties can, In some other wiser man.
第106页 - Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
第4页 - Immediately a place Before his eyes appeared, sad, noisome, dark; A lazar-house it seemed, wherein were laid Numbers of all diseased, all maladies Of ghastly spasm, or racking torture, qualms Of heart-sick agony; all feverous kinds, Convulsions, epilepsies, fierce catarrhs, Intestine stone and ulcer, colic pangs, Demoniac frenzy, moping melancholy, And moon-struck madness, pining atrophy, Marasmus, and wide-wasting pestilence, Dropsies, and asthmas, and joint-racking rheums.
第206页 - Cause my speech is now decayed, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When, God knows, I'm tossed about Either with despair, or doubt, Yet before the glass be out, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the Tempter me pursu'th With the sins of all my youth, And half damns me with untruth, Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
第247页 - However, I need not their help to reprove the vanity of those many love-poems, that are daily writ, and consecrated to Venus ; nor to bewail that so few are writ, that look towards God and Heaven. For my own part, my meaning — dear Mother — is, in these Sonnets, to declare my resolution to be, that my poor abilities in Poetry, shall be all and ever consecrated to God's glory: and I beg you to receive this as one testimony.
第290页 - LIFE. I MADE a posy, while the day ran by : Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie My life within this band.
第265页 - THE merry world did on a day With his train-bands and mates agree To meet together, where I lay, And all in sport to jeer at me. First, Beauty crept into a rose ; Which when I pluckt not, Sir, said she, Tell me, I pray, whose hands are those ? But thou shalt answer, Lord, for me. Then Money came, and chinking still, What tune is this, poor man ? said he : I heard in Music you had skill: But thou shalt answer, Lord, for me.
第275页 - 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...
第108页 - Some things that may sweeten gladness, In the very gall of sadness. The dull loneness, the black shade, That these hanging vaults have made, The strange music of the waves, Beating on these hollow caves, This black den which rocks emboss Overgrown with eldest moss : The rude portals that give light More to Terror than Delight : This my chamber of Neglect, Wall'd about with Disrespect ; From all these and this dull air, A fit object for despair, She hath taught me by her might To draw comfort and...
第82页 - The garden like a lady fair was cut, That lay as if she slumbered in delight, And to the open skies her eyes did shut. The azure fields of Heaven were 'sembled right In a large round set with the flowers of light. The flowers de luce and the round sparks of dew That hung upon their azure leaves did shew Like twinkling stars that sparkle in the evening blue.