Complete WorksJ.R. Smith, 1858 - 340 páginas |
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... proud unpitying fires ; Such tears the suff'ring rose that's vex'd With ungentle flames does shed , Sweating in a too warm bed . Say , ye bright brothers , tears = eyes ' Sons The fugitive sons of those fair eyes Your fruitful mothers ...
... proud unpitying fires ; Such tears the suff'ring rose that's vex'd With ungentle flames does shed , Sweating in a too warm bed . Say , ye bright brothers , tears = eyes ' Sons The fugitive sons of those fair eyes Your fruitful mothers ...
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... proud face , Or perch'd upon fear'd diadems . Crowned heads are toys . We go to meet A worthy object , our Lord's feet . 10 THE WEEPER . [ In the edition of 1670 , the volume by Mr. Phillips in 1785 , in Chalmers ' collection , and ...
... proud face , Or perch'd upon fear'd diadems . Crowned heads are toys . We go to meet A worthy object , our Lord's feet . 10 THE WEEPER . [ In the edition of 1670 , the volume by Mr. Phillips in 1785 , in Chalmers ' collection , and ...
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... Proud will his sister be to wear This thine eye's jewel in her ear . O , ' tis a tear , Too true a tear : for no sad eyne , How sad soe'er , Rain so true a tear as thine ; Each drop leaving a place so dear , Weeps for itself , is its ...
... Proud will his sister be to wear This thine eye's jewel in her ear . O , ' tis a tear , Too true a tear : for no sad eyne , How sad soe'er , Rain so true a tear as thine ; Each drop leaving a place so dear , Weeps for itself , is its ...
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... proud ? The wind had need be angry , and the water black , That to the mighty Neptune's self dare threaten wrack . There is no storm but this Of your own cowardice That braves you out ; You are the storm that mocks Yourselves ; you are ...
... proud ? The wind had need be angry , and the water black , That to the mighty Neptune's self dare threaten wrack . There is no storm but this Of your own cowardice That braves you out ; You are the storm that mocks Yourselves ; you are ...
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... proud hopes of proving roses . * No hair so small but pays his river To this Red Sea of Thy blood , Their little channels can deliver Something to the general flood . But , while I speak , whither are run All the rivers named before ? I ...
... proud hopes of proving roses . * No hair so small but pays his river To this Red Sea of Thy blood , Their little channels can deliver Something to the general flood . But , while I speak , whither are run All the rivers named before ? I ...
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Términos y frases comunes
adeo adhuc Æther amor Antiphon atque blush breast breath bright Christe cœli cœlo COUNTESS OF DENBIGH Crashaw dæmon dart dear death dedit Deus dicere doth ecce enim erat Ergo erit eyes face fire flame fuit glory habet hæc hanc hast hath heart heaven hinc ignes illa ille illi Inque ipsa ipse ista JOAN joys kiss lacrymas live Lord Love's magis manus MATTH mihi murmurs neque night nihil nives nunc oculis oculos oculus opus Pater precious procul puer quæ quam quid Quippe quis quod quoque Responsor sacrum Sæpe satis scilicet shalt sibi sinus smile soft soul staret sunt suum sweet tamen tantum tears tenebras thee Thine thou Thy Cross thyself tibi tuæ tuam tuis tunc tuum tuus umbra unda velit venit Versicle vex'd vitæ vulnera weep wounds
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Página 133 - And teach her fair steps tread our earth ; Till that divine Idea take a shrine Of crystal flesh, through which to shine : — Meet you her, my Wishes, Bespeak her to my blisses, And be ye call'd, my absent kisses.
Página 133 - And teach her fair steps to our earth : Till that divine Idea take a shrine Of crystal flesh, through which to shine Meet you her, my Wishes, Bespeak her to my blisses, And be ye call'd my absent kisses. I wish her Beauty, That owes not all its duty To gaudy tire, or glist'ring shoe-tie: Something more than Taffata or tissue can, Or rampant feather, or rich fan.
Página 135 - Can tame the wanton day Of gems that in their bright shades play. Each ruby there, Or pearl that dare appear, Be its own blush, be its own tear. A well-tamed Heart, For whose more noble smart Love may be long choosing a dart. Eyes, that bestow Full quivers on love's bow, Yet pay less arrows than they owe.
Página xvii - I'm sure, was in the right ; And I myself a Catholic will be, So far at least, great saint, to pray to thee...
Página xvii - Elisha-like (but with a wish much less, More fit thy greatness, and my littleness) Lo here I beg (I whom thou once didst prove So humble to esteem, so good to love) Not that thy spirit might on me doubled be, I ask but half thy mighty spirit for me ; And when my muse soars with so strong a wing, 'Twill learn of things divine, and first of thee to sing.
Página 134 - Of shop, or silkworms' toil, Or a bought blush, or a set smile. A face that's best By its own beauty drest, And can alone command the rest. A face made up Out of no other shop Than what nature's white hand sets ope.
Página 20 - 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.
Página 38 - Poor world (said I), what wilt thou do To entertain this starry Stranger ? Is this the best thou canst bestow ? A cold, and not too cleanly, manger ? Contend, the powers of Heaven and Earth, To fit a bed for this huge birth ? Chorus: Contend, the powers, etc.
Página 40 - She sings Thy tears asleep, and dips Her kisses in Thy weeping eye ; She spreads the red leaves of Thy lips, That in their buds yet blushing lie. She 'gainst those mother diamonds tries The points of her young eagle's eyes. Welcome — tho' not to those gay flies, Gilded i...
Página 10 - Not in the evening's eyes, When they red with weeping are For the sun that dies, Sits sorrow with a face so fair; Nowhere but here did ever meet Sweetness so sad, sadness so sweet.