Censura Literaria: Containing Titles, Abstracts, and Opinions of Old English Books, with Original Disquisitions, Articles of Biography, and Other Literary Antiquities, Volume 2Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1815 |
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Página 119 - There is a garden in her face Where roses and white lilies grow; A heavenly paradise is that place Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow. There cherries grow which none may buy, Till "Cherry ripe
Página 304 - I saw I could some invention draw, And raise pleasure to her height Through the meanest object's sight. By the murmur of a spring, Or the least bough's...
Página 302 - Twixt men's judgments and her light : But so much her power may do, That she can dissolve them too. If thy verse do bravely tower, As she makes wing she gets power ; Yet the higher she doth soar, She's affronted still the more : Till she to the high'st hath past, Then she rests with fame at last.
Página 305 - 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 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 398 - THE Iliads of HOMER, Prince of Poets, never before in any language truly translated, with a Comment on some of his chief PlacesDone according to the Greek by GEORGE CHAPMAN, with Intro.
Página 120 - Sweet violets, Love's Paradise, that spread Your gracious odours, which you couched bear Within your paly faces, Upon the gentle wing of some calm-breathing wind, That plays amidst the plain...
Página 303 - And confin'd within these rocks, Here I waste away the light, And consume the sullen night, She doth for my comfort stay, And keeps many cares away. Though I miss the flowery fields...
Página 48 - I will not wish unto you the ass's ears of Midas, nor to be driven by a poet's verses, as Bubonax was, to hang himself; nor to be rhymed to death, as is said to be done in Ireland...
Página 120 - Cherry ripe" themselves do cry. Her eyes like angels watch them still, Her brows like bended bows do stand, Threatening with piercing frowns to kill All that attempt, with eye or hand, Those sacred cherries to come nigh Till "Cherry ripe
Página 93 - LOVE not me for comely grace, For my pleasing eye or face, Nor for any outward part, No, nor for my constant heart, — For those may fail, or turn to ill, So thou and I shall sever : Keep therefore a true woman's eye, And love me still, but know not why — So hast thou the same reason still To doat upon me ever ! ANON.