The Book of Gems: Chaucer to PriorSamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1836 |
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... thou me endue To morallise , thy litterall censes true And clense away , the mist of ignoraunce With depured beames , of goodly ordinaunce . With humble eares , of parfite audience To my request , she did then encline Saying she woulde ...
... thou me endue To morallise , thy litterall censes true And clense away , the mist of ignoraunce With depured beames , of goodly ordinaunce . With humble eares , of parfite audience To my request , she did then encline Saying she woulde ...
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... thou and I shall wast : And ende that I have now begunne , And when this song is song and past , My lute be styll for I have done . As to be heard where eare is none , As leade to grave in marble stone , My song may pearce her hart as ...
... thou and I shall wast : And ende that I have now begunne , And when this song is song and past , My lute be styll for I have done . As to be heard where eare is none , As leade to grave in marble stone , My song may pearce her hart as ...
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... thou and I shall wast : And ende that I have now begunne , And when this song is song and past , My lute be styll for I have done . As to be heard where eare is none , As leade to grave in marble stone , My song may pearce her hart as ...
... thou and I shall wast : And ende that I have now begunne , And when this song is song and past , My lute be styll for I have done . As to be heard where eare is none , As leade to grave in marble stone , My song may pearce her hart as ...
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... thou hast lost and spent , To cause thy lovers sighe and swone : Then shalt thou know beauty but lent , And wish and want as I have done . Now cease , my lute , this is the last , Labour that thou and I shall wast , And ended is that we ...
... thou hast lost and spent , To cause thy lovers sighe and swone : Then shalt thou know beauty but lent , And wish and want as I have done . Now cease , my lute , this is the last , Labour that thou and I shall wast , And ended is that we ...
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... thou doest eche nyghte enclose , To other leefe , but unto me most dere : Eccho ( alas ! ) that doth my sorrow rewe , Returns thereto a hollowe sounde of playnt ; Thus I alone , where all my freedome grewe , In pryson pyne , withe ...
... thou doest eche nyghte enclose , To other leefe , but unto me most dere : Eccho ( alas ! ) that doth my sorrow rewe , Returns thereto a hollowe sounde of playnt ; Thus I alone , where all my freedome grewe , In pryson pyne , withe ...
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168 ÆäÀÌÁö - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
174 ÆäÀÌÁö - Haste thee Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; 30 Sport, that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
82 ÆäÀÌÁö - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe.
174 ÆäÀÌÁö - Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore...
213 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 fetter'd to her eye. The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
220 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
217 ÆäÀÌÁö - And sends the fowls to us in care, On daily visits through the air ; He hangs in shades the orange bright, Like golden lamps in a green night...
160 ÆäÀÌÁö - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death.
208 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE thirsty earth soaks up the rain, And drinks and gapes for drink again; The plants suck in the earth, and are With constant drinking fresh and fair; The sea itself (which one would think Should have but little need of drink) Drinks ten thousand rivers up, So fill'd that they o'erflow the cup. The busy Sun (and one would guess...
177 ÆäÀÌÁö - Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus