Specimens of the early English poets [ed. by G. Ellis.]. To which is prefixed an historical sketch of the rise and progress of the English poetry and language. By G. Ellis, 3±Ç1801 |
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... 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 . Wake from thy nest , Robin - red - breast , Sing birds in every furrow ; And from each hill ...
... 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 . Wake from thy nest , Robin - red - breast , Sing birds in every furrow ; And from each hill ...
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... birds in every furrow . SHEPHERD'S SONG . WE that have known no greater state Than this we live in , praise our fate : For courtly silks in cares are spent , When country's russet breeds content . The power of sceptres we admire , But ...
... birds in every furrow . SHEPHERD'S SONG . WE that have known no greater state Than this we live in , praise our fate : For courtly silks in cares are spent , When country's russet breeds content . The power of sceptres we admire , But ...
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... d bridegroom of the earth . The well - accorded birds did sing Their hymns unto the pleasant time ; And , in a sweet consorted chime , Did welcome in the cheerful spring . To which , soft whistles of the wind , And [ 34 ]
... d bridegroom of the earth . The well - accorded birds did sing Their hymns unto the pleasant time ; And , in a sweet consorted chime , Did welcome in the cheerful spring . To which , soft whistles of the wind , And [ 34 ]
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... birds on thee their ramage did bestow . Sith that dear voice which did thy sounds approve , Which us'd in such harmonious strains to flow , Is reft from earth to tune those spheres above , What art thou but a harbinger of woe ? Thy ...
... birds on thee their ramage did bestow . Sith that dear voice which did thy sounds approve , Which us'd in such harmonious strains to flow , Is reft from earth to tune those spheres above , What art thou but a harbinger of woe ? Thy ...
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... bird , as if my questions did her move , With trembling wings sigh'd forth , I love , I love . PHOEBUS arise , SONG . And paint the sable skies With azure , white , and red : Rouse Memnon's mother from her Tithon's bed , That she may ...
... bird , as if my questions did her move , With trembling wings sigh'd forth , I love , I love . PHOEBUS arise , SONG . And paint the sable skies With azure , white , and red : Rouse Memnon's mother from her Tithon's bed , That she may ...
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Admet Anon Beaumont and Fletcher beauty beauty's birds blush born breast breath Carew CASTARA Celia Charles II chaste cheek Chloris court Cupid dear death delight died disdain dost doth earth Edgar Atheling English eyes face fair fancy fate fear flame flowers folly FRANCIS BEAUMONT grace Greensleeves grief happy hath hear heart heaven hope Isaac Walton John Hall joys Julius C©¡sar king kiss Laius language lips live lord lov'd love's lover maid MATTHEW STEVENSON melancholy miscellany mistress morn muse ne'er never night nymph o'er Oxford pain is love passion Phillis Picts pleasure poems poet poetry pride printed Prithee reign rose Saxon scorn Shakspeare shew sigh sing smile SONG SONNET sorrow soul specimen spring stanzas swain sweet taste tears tell thee thine thing thou art thought wanton Whilst wind wings wouldest not love youth