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... Hast thou not said , that , as the morning light , The cloudless morning , so should be thine house , And not as flowers , by the brightest rain , Which grow up quickly , and as quickly fade ? Hast thou not said , the wicked are as ...
... Hast thou not said , that , as the morning light , The cloudless morning , so should be thine house , And not as flowers , by the brightest rain , Which grow up quickly , and as quickly fade ? Hast thou not said , the wicked are as ...
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... hast forsake , nor if thy wife doth live thou know'st or no , Nor young Ascanius , thy child , whom throngs of Greeks about Doth swarming run , and , were not my relief , withouten doubt By this time flames had by devoured , or swords ...
... hast forsake , nor if thy wife doth live thou know'st or no , Nor young Ascanius , thy child , whom throngs of Greeks about Doth swarming run , and , were not my relief , withouten doubt By this time flames had by devoured , or swords ...
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... hast command of every part , To live and die for thee . But his beauties are so deeply involved in sur- rounding coarseness and extravagance , as to constitute not a tenth part of his poetry ; or rather it may be safely affirmed , that ...
... hast command of every part , To live and die for thee . But his beauties are so deeply involved in sur- rounding coarseness and extravagance , as to constitute not a tenth part of his poetry ; or rather it may be safely affirmed , that ...
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... hast got Of simple hearts , thorough Love's shot , By whom , unkind ! thou hast them won ; Think not he hath his bow forgot , Although my lute and I have done . Vengeance shall fall on thy disdain , · That mak'st 28 SIR THOMAS WYAT ...
... hast got Of simple hearts , thorough Love's shot , By whom , unkind ! thou hast them won ; Think not he hath his bow forgot , Although my lute and I have done . Vengeance shall fall on thy disdain , · That mak'st 28 SIR THOMAS WYAT ...
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... hast lost and spent , To cause thy lovers sigh and swoon ; Then shalt thou know beauty but lent , And wish and want , as I have done . Now cease , my lute ! this is the last Labour that thou and I shall waste , And ended is that I begun ...
... hast lost and spent , To cause thy lovers sigh and swoon ; Then shalt thou know beauty but lent , And wish and want , as I have done . Now cease , my lute ! this is the last Labour that thou and I shall waste , And ended is that I begun ...
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Page 307 - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome: Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts, and nothing long; But, in the course of one revolving moon, Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon: Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Page 339 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
Page 259 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Page 266 - Proclaim the ambergris on shore. He cast (of which we rather boast) The Gospel's pearl upon our coast; And in these rocks for us did frame A temple where to sound His name. Oh! let our voice His praise exalt Till it arrive at Heaven's vault, Which then perhaps rebounding may Echo beyond the Mexique bay!
Page 259 - Rescued from death by force, though pale and faint. Mine, as whom washed from spot of child-bed taint Purification in the old law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
Page lxxxvii - He scarce had ceased, when the superior fiend Was moving toward the shore : his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast ; the broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views, At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
Page 232 - To Daffodils Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. » We have short time to stay as you; We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you or anything. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Page 306 - Of these the false Achitophel was first, A name to all succeeding ages cursed; For close designs and crooked counsels fit, Sagacious, bold, and turbulent of wit; Restless, unfix'd in principles and place, In power unpleased, impatient of disgrace; A fiery soul, which, working out, its way, Fretted the pigmy body to decay, And o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay.
Page 75 - When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held: Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies, Where all the treasure of thy lusty days, To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes. Were an all-eating shame and thriftless "praise. How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use, If thou couldst answer ' This fair child of mine Shall sum my count and make my old excuse...
Page lxi - He is many times flat, insipid; his comic wit degenerating into clenches, his serious swelling into bombast. But he is always great, when some great occasion is presented to him...