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" Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings and desperate men And dost with poison, war and sickness dwell, And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And death... "
Select Poetry: Chiefly Sacred, of the Reign of King James the First - Side 11
redigeret af - 1847 - 360 sider
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Specimens of English Sonnets

Alexander Dyce - 1833 - 240 sider
...make us sleep as well, And better than thy stroke. Why swell'st thou then ? One short sleep past, we wake eternally ; And death shall be no more — Death, thou shalt die. SIR RICHARD FANSHAWE. A ROSE. BLOWN in the morning, thou shalt fade ere noon : What boots a life, which...
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Lives of Sacred Poets

Robert Aris Willmott - 1834 - 478 sider
...make us sleep as well, And better than thy stroke; why swell's! thou then ? Our short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more — Death thou shalt die ! But the evening of Herbert's life was rapidly drawing nigh. His constitution, always delicate, evinced...
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Sacred Poetry of the Seventeenth Century: Including the Whole of ..., Bind 2

Giles Fletcher - 1836 - 442 sider
...make us sleep as well, And better than thy stroke. Why swell'st thou then ? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And death shall be no more : death, thou shalt die. VI. SPIT in my face, you Jews, and pierce my side ; Buffet and scoff, scourge and crucify me ; For...
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Sacred Poetry of the Seventeenth Century: Including the Whole of ..., Bind 2

Richard Cattermole - 1836 - 436 sider
...make us sleep as well, And better than thy stroke. Why swell'st thou then ? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And death shall be no more : death, thou shalt die. VI. SPIT in my face, you Jews, and pierce my side ; Buffet and scoff, scourge and crucify me ; For...
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The Church of England quarterly review, Bind 1

1837 - 646 sider
...make us sleep as well, And better, than thy stroke ; why swell'st thou then ? Our short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more, — DEATH, THOU SHALT DIE !" This is such a triumphant blast as might have pealed from the lips of Milton. Donne was the founder...
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Lives of the English Sacred Poets, Bind 1

Robert Aris Willmott - 1839 - 388 sider
...make us sleep as well, And better than thy stroke ; why swell's! thou then ? Our short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more — Death thou shalt die ? But though his poetical fame has been extinguished, his eloquent and splendid prose can never pass...
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The Works of John Donne, D.D., Dean of St. Paul's, 1621-1631: With a ..., Bind 6

John Donne, Henry Alford - 1839 - 582 sider
...make us sleep as well, And better, than thy stroke ; why swell'st thou then ? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And death shall be no more, death thou shalt die. XIV. SPIT in my face you Jews, and pierce my side, Buffet, and scoff, scourge, and crucify me, For...
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The Works of John Donne: With a Memoir of His Life, Bind 6

John Donne - 1839 - 598 sider
...make us sleep as well, And better, than thy stroke ; why swell'st thou then ? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And death shall be no more, death thou shalt die. XIV. SPIT in my face you Jews, and pierce my side, Buffet, and scoff, scourge, and crucify me, For...
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The works of John Donne. With a memoir by H. Alford, Bind 6

John Donne - 1839 - 588 sider
...make us sleep as well, And better, than thy stroke ; why swell'st thou then ? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And death shall be no more, death thou shalt die. XIV. SPIT in my face you Jews, and pierce my side, Buffet, and scoff, scourge, and crucify me, For...
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Half-hours with the best authors, selected by C. Knight, Bind 3

Half hours - 1847 - 580 sider
...make us sleep as well, And better than thy stroke. Why swell 'st thou then ? One short sleep past, we wake eternally ; And Death shall be no more : Death, thou shalt die. xr. Spit in my face, you 'Jews, and pierce my side, Buffet and scoff, scourge and crucify me ; For...
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