Metaphysical Lyrics & Poems of the Seventeenth Century, Donne to ButlerSir Herbert John Clifford Grierson Clarendon Press, 1921 - 244 páginas |
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Abraham Cowley Andrew Marvell Angels Aurelian Townshend beauty blest breast breath brest bright conceits Cowley crown dayes dear death delight divine Donne's dost doth drest Dryden e're earth elegies eyes fair Faith fall Fate feare fire flame flowers George Herbert Giles Fletcher give glory grace grave grief haire happy hath heart Heaven Henry Vaughan John Donne joyes Katherine Philips King light live Lord lov'd love's Lovers lyes metaphysical metaphysical poets mind Mistresse ne'r never night numbers passionate pleasure poems poetic poetry poets poore Richard Crashaw Richard Lovelace shade shee shine sigh sight sinne Sir John Suckling smiles Song soul spheare spirit starres Sunne sweet taste teares tell thee thine things Thomas Carew Thou art thou shalt thoughts thy face twixt unto verse vertue wayes weeping William Habington wilt wings ΙΟ
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Página 150 - And into glory peep. If a star were confined into a tomb, Her captive flames must needs burn there ; But when the hand that locked her up gives room, She'll shine through all the sphere. O Father of eternal life, and all Created glories under Thee, Resume thy spirit from this world of thrall Into true liberty. Either disperse these mists, which blot and fill My perspective still as they pass ; Or else remove me hence unto that hill, Where I shall need no glass.
Página lv - Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world...
Página xxxv - The Definition of Love My love is of a birth as rare As 'tis for object strange and high: It was begotten by Despair Upon Impossibility. Magnanimous Despair alone Could show me so divine a thing, Where feeble Hope could ne'er have flown But vainly flapped its tinsel wing.
Página 101 - The lonely mountains o'er and the resounding shore a voice of weeping heard and loud lament ; from haunted spring and dale edged with poplar pale the parting Genius is with sighing sent; with flower-inwoven tresses torn the nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
Página 205 - To meet thee in that hollow vale. And think not much of my delay; I am already on the way, And follow thee with all the speed Desire can make, or sorrows breed. Each minute is a short degree And every hour a step towards thee. At night when I betake to rest, Next morn I rise nearer my west Of life, almost by eight hours sail Than when sleep breathed his drowsy gale.
Página 73 - TO HIS COY MISTRESS HAD we but world enough, and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down, and think which way To walk, and pass our long love's day. Thou by the Indian Ganges' side Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the flood, And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews; My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires and more slow; An hundred years...
Página xxxiv - Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow, And do not drop in for an after-loss. Ah, do not, when my heart hath 'scaped this sorrow, Come in the rearward of a conquered woe; Give not a windy night a rainy morrow, To linger out a purposed overthrow.
Página xx - He affects the metaphysics, not only in his satires, but in his amorous verses, where nature only should reign; and perplexes the minds of the fair sex with nice speculations of philosophy, when he should engage their hearts, and entertain them with the softnesses of love.
Página xxxvii - But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near: And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found; Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song: then worms shall try That long preserved virginity: And your quaint honour turn to dust; And into ashes all my lust.
Página 101 - The Oracles are dumb ; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving : No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.