Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed, an Historical Sketch of the Rise and Progress of the English Poetry and Language, with a Biography of Each Poet, &c, 3±ÇH. Washbourne, 1845 |
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... light nor company , I find it now my misery . The scene is turn'd , my joys are gone , Fear , discontent , and sorrows come . All my griefs to this are jolly , Nought so fierce as melancholy . I'll not change life with any king ; I ...
... light nor company , I find it now my misery . The scene is turn'd , my joys are gone , Fear , discontent , and sorrows come . All my griefs to this are jolly , Nought so fierce as melancholy . I'll not change life with any king ; I ...
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... light , All you sparkling eyes of night , Waters hanging in the air , Heaven of heavens , his praise declare ! His deserved praise record , His , who made you by his word— Made you evermore to last , Set bounds not to be past . you Let ...
... light , All you sparkling eyes of night , Waters hanging in the air , Heaven of heavens , his praise declare ! His deserved praise record , His , who made you by his word— Made you evermore to last , Set bounds not to be past . you Let ...
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... light , That , when to elements his body turned were , He knew , that as those elements would fight , So his immortal soul should find above , With his Creator , peace , joy , truth , and love . DABRIDGCOURT BELCHIER , THE eldest son of ...
... light , That , when to elements his body turned were , He knew , that as those elements would fight , So his immortal soul should find above , With his Creator , peace , joy , truth , and love . DABRIDGCOURT BELCHIER , THE eldest son of ...
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... lights his fire ; Oft shrouds his golden flame in likest hair ; Oft in a soft smooth skin doth close retire ; Oft in a smile ; oft in a silent tear : And if all fail , yet Virtue's self he'll hire . Himself's a dart , when nothing else ...
... lights his fire ; Oft shrouds his golden flame in likest hair ; Oft in a soft smooth skin doth close retire ; Oft in a smile ; oft in a silent tear : And if all fail , yet Virtue's self he'll hire . Himself's a dart , when nothing else ...
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... Light Fawns and Nymphs dance in the woody spaces , And little Love himself plays with the naked Graces . But seeing fate my happy wish refuses , Let me alone enjoy my low estate , Of all the gifts that fair Parnassus uses , Only scorn'd ...
... Light Fawns and Nymphs dance in the woody spaces , And little Love himself plays with the naked Graces . But seeing fate my happy wish refuses , Let me alone enjoy my low estate , Of all the gifts that fair Parnassus uses , Only scorn'd ...
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176 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.
25 ÆäÀÌÁö - Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow.
122 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings. Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
204 ÆäÀÌÁö - CAPTAIN or colonel, or knight in arms, Whose chance on these defenceless doors may seize, If deed of honour did thee ever please, Guard them, and him within protect from harms. He can requite thee, for he knows the charms That call fame on such gentle acts as these, And he can spread thy name o'er lands and seas, Whatever clime the sun's bright circle warms. Lift not thy spear against the Muses...
255 ÆäÀÌÁö - TELL me not, sweet, I am unkind, — That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field ; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you, too, shall adore ; I could not love thee, dear, so much. Loved I not honour more.
224 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... lover? Prithee why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do't?
256 ÆäÀÌÁö - Prison 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 fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
231 ÆäÀÌÁö - The side that's next the sun. Her lips were red, and one was thin, Compar'd to that was next her chin (Some bee had stung it newly) ; But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face ; I durst no more upon them gaze Than on the sun in July.
90 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
203 ÆäÀÌÁö - Now the bright Morning Star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose.