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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... moves very slow . All my griefs to this are jolly , Nought so sad as melancholy . When to myself I act , and smile , With pleasing thoughts the time beguile , By a brook - side , or wood so green , Unheard , unsought - for , or unseen ...
... moves very slow . All my griefs to this are jolly , Nought so sad as melancholy . When to myself I act , and smile , With pleasing thoughts the time beguile , By a brook - side , or wood so green , Unheard , unsought - for , or unseen ...
7 ÆäÀÌÁö
... content ! In Paradise my time is spent ! Such thoughts may still my fancy move , So may I ever be in love ! All my joys to this are folly , Nought so sweet as melancholy . When I recount love's many frights , My sighs and ROBERT BURTON . 7.
... content ! In Paradise my time is spent ! Such thoughts may still my fancy move , So may I ever be in love ! All my joys to this are folly , Nought so sweet as melancholy . When I recount love's many frights , My sighs and ROBERT BURTON . 7.
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... move , Saluting you their queen of love . Myrrha , who weeps for her offence , Presents her tears , —her frankincense Leucothoe ; th ' Heliades Their amber ; -yet you need not these . * * These azure - plumed Halcyones , Whose birth ...
... move , Saluting you their queen of love . Myrrha , who weeps for her offence , Presents her tears , —her frankincense Leucothoe ; th ' Heliades Their amber ; -yet you need not these . * * These azure - plumed Halcyones , Whose birth ...
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... moved , whether Love should continue for ever ? HAVING interr'd her infant birth , The watery ground that late did mourn Was strew'd with flowers , for the return Of the wish'd bridegroom of the earth . The well - accorded birds did ...
... moved , whether Love should continue for ever ? HAVING interr'd her infant birth , The watery ground that late did mourn Was strew'd with flowers , for the return Of the wish'd bridegroom of the earth . The well - accorded birds did ...
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... weight as no burthen was . Long their fix'd eyes to heaven bent Unchanged , they did never move , As if so great and pure a love No glass but it could represent . When with a sweet though troubled look She first brake 36 REIGN OF JAMES 1 .
... weight as no burthen was . Long their fix'd eyes to heaven bent Unchanged , they did never move , As if so great and pure a love No glass but it could represent . When with a sweet though troubled look She first brake 36 REIGN OF JAMES 1 .
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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.