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The uncompleted edition of Wither's poems, ed. by J.M. Gutch. 4 vols
Visualização integral - 1820
Alexis art thou bear behold blessed Canticle cause Christ church comfort conceive confess contemn Count Palatine dare dear death deign delight doth e'er earth Eclogue Edom envy Epigram Epithalamion esteem eternal Ev'n ev'ry evermore eyes fair faith fame Father favour fear flesh foes fortunes friends George Wither give glory grief hand hate hath hear heart heav'n holy honest honour hope Hymns innocence Israel Jerusalem King live Lord malice Marshalsea means mercy mind Muse myrrh ne'er never nought nymphs Philarete pity pleas'd pleasure poor praise pray Prince Religio Medici Rhine Saint Satire Satyrs scorn shame shepherds shew sing Sisera SONG sorrow soul spirit spite sweet tell thee there's thine things thou art thou didst thou dost thou hast thought thy name true unto villainy virtue vouchsafe whilst Willy worth wrath
Página 166 - 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.
Página 146 - Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. 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.
Página 145 - WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Página 166 - 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...
Página 297 - I feel not in myself those common antipathies that I can discover in others : those national repugnances do not touch me, nor do I behold with prejudice the French, Italian, Spaniard, or Dutch...
Página 145 - When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with roses bound, Our hearts with loyal flames; When thirsty grief in wine we steep, When healths and draughts go free, Fishes that tipple in the deep Know no such liberty. When...
Página 167 - Though thou be to them a scorn That to nought but earth are born, Let my life no longer be Than I am in love with thee : Though our wise ones call...
Página 167 - 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, Walled 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 delight.
Página 65 - I FIRST adventure, with fool-hardy might, To tread the steps of perilous despite. I first adventure, follow me who list, And be the second English satirist.