The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, 5±ÇMitchell, Ames, and White, 1819 |
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... whilst Heaven's great orbs do move . Joys , did you always last , Life's spark you soon would waste ; Grief follows sweet delight , As day is shadowed by sable night , Yet shall remembrance keep you still , when past . MISCELLANIES . A ...
... whilst Heaven's great orbs do move . Joys , did you always last , Life's spark you soon would waste ; Grief follows sweet delight , As day is shadowed by sable night , Yet shall remembrance keep you still , when past . MISCELLANIES . A ...
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... whilst thou liv'd , was by thee slain ; Now dead , this lover must thou kill again ? " TO AN OWL . ASCALAPHUS , tell me , So may night's curtain long time cover thee , So ivy ever may From irksome light keep thy chamber and bed ; And ...
... whilst thou liv'd , was by thee slain ; Now dead , this lover must thou kill again ? " TO AN OWL . ASCALAPHUS , tell me , So may night's curtain long time cover thee , So ivy ever may From irksome light keep thy chamber and bed ; And ...
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... whilst their wits are prais'd . In silent thoughts who can no secret cover , He may , say we , but not well , be a lover . III . YE who with curious numbers , sweetest art , Frame Dedal nets our beauty to surprise , Telling strange ...
... whilst their wits are prais'd . In silent thoughts who can no secret cover , He may , say we , but not well , be a lover . III . YE who with curious numbers , sweetest art , Frame Dedal nets our beauty to surprise , Telling strange ...
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... Whilst dear the soldiers they pay , At last who will snatch all away . And , as times turn worse and worse , Catechise us by the purse . That debts are paid with bold stern looks ; That merchants pray on their ' compt books ; That ...
... Whilst dear the soldiers they pay , At last who will snatch all away . And , as times turn worse and worse , Catechise us by the purse . That debts are paid with bold stern looks ; That merchants pray on their ' compt books ; That ...
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... Whilst all are raging in a fever . They tell by devils , and some sad chance , That that detested league of France , Which cost so many thousand lives , And two kings , by religious knives , Is amongst us , though few descry ; Though ...
... Whilst all are raging in a fever . They tell by devils , and some sad chance , That that detested league of France , Which cost so many thousand lives , And two kings , by religious knives , Is amongst us , though few descry ; Though ...
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ALEXANDER BROME arms beauty birth Birtha blest blood born breast breath bright call'd CASTARA CHARLES COTTON clouds crown death delight dost doth e'er Earth eyes face fair fame fate fear fire flames floods flowers GEORGE WITHER golden Goltho Gondibert grace grief hand haste hath haue head heart Heaven hope jemme king kiss light live look lord lov'd love's lovers Lyrian maid mind Muse ne'er neere never night nymph o'er PHINEAS FLETCHER POEMS poet poor pow'r prince queen quoth Rhodalind RICHARD CRASHAW ROBERT HERRICK rocks seas seem'd shade shepheards shine shore sighs sight sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spide spring stars streams swaine sweet tears tell thee Thetis thine thou thought tongue twas twixt unto Venus vertue wanton waves weep whence Whilst WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT WILLIAM DAVENANT WILLIAM HABINGTON winds wings woods wound youth
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326 ÆäÀÌÁö - To BLOSSOMS FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile To blush and gently smile, And go at last.
325 ÆäÀÌÁö - Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along.
325 ÆäÀÌÁö - We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
327 ÆäÀÌÁö - Twas pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth, And lose you quite. But you are lovely leaves, where we May read how soon things have Their end, though ne'er so brave: And after they have shown their pride Like you, awhile, they glide Into the grave.
338 ÆäÀÌÁö - If thy verse do bravely tower, As she makes wing she gets power ; Yet the higher she doth soar, She's affronted still the more : Till she to the high'st hath past, Then she rests with fame at last.
32 ÆäÀÌÁö - Cease, dreams, the images of day-desires, To model forth the passions of the morrow; Never let rising sun approve you liars, To add more grief to aggravate my sorrow. Still let me sleep, embracing clouds in vain, And never wake to feel the day's disdain.
180 ÆäÀÌÁö - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
339 ÆäÀÌÁö - By a daisy, whose leaves, spread, Shut when Titan goes to bed, Or a shady bush or tree, She could more infuse in me Than all Nature's beauties can In some other wiser man.
177 ÆäÀÌÁö - t: For had not her care furnisht you out With something of handsome, without all doubt You and your sorry Lady Muse had been In the number of those that were not let in. In haste from the court two or three came in, And they brought letters (forsooth) from the Queen; Twas discreetly done, too, for if th' had come Without them, th' had scarce been let into the room.
116 ÆäÀÌÁö - It is a yea, it is a nay ; A pretty kind of sporting fray ; It is a thing will soon away ; Then, nymphs, take 'vantage while ye may ; And this is love, as I hear say.