The Oxford Library of English Poetry, Volume 1John Wain |
From inside the book
Results 1-3 of 40
Page 73
... breath , Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks , And death's pale flag is not advanced there . Tybalt , liest thou there in thy bloody sheet ? O ...
... breath , Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks , And death's pale flag is not advanced there . Tybalt , liest thou there in thy bloody sheet ? O ...
Page 74
... to fawn upon a nurse , Too far in years to be a pupil now : What is thy sentence then but speechless death , Which robs my tongue from breathing native breath ? K. Rich . It boots thee not to be compassionate 74 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.
... to fawn upon a nurse , Too far in years to be a pupil now : What is thy sentence then but speechless death , Which robs my tongue from breathing native breath ? K. Rich . It boots thee not to be compassionate 74 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.
Page 225
John Wain. Only if loves fire with the breath Of life be kindled , I doubt , With our last air ' twill be breath'd out , And quenched with the cold of death . That if affection be a line , Which is clos'd up in our last hour ; Oh how ...
John Wain. Only if loves fire with the breath Of life be kindled , I doubt , With our last air ' twill be breath'd out , And quenched with the cold of death . That if affection be a line , Which is clos'd up in our last hour ; Oh how ...
Contents
EDMUND SPENSER 15521599 | 1 |
SIR WALTER RALEIGH 15521618 | 33 |
Chorus of Priests | 49 |
Copyright | |
21 other sections not shown
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
angel appear arms bear beauty blood body breath bright bring dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth earth eyes face fair fall fear fire flames flowers force gentle give gold grace grow hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heav'n hell hold hope hour keep king kiss leave less light live look Lord lost mind move Nature never night o'er once pain peace play pleasure praise rest Robin Hood rose round seemed side sight sing sleep song soon soul sound speak spirits stand stay stood strong sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought true wind wings wish young