A Poetry-book of Elder Poets: Consisting of Songs & Sonnets, Odes & Lyrics, Selected and Arranged, with Notes, from the Works of the Elder English Poets, Dating from the Beginning of the Fourteenth Century to the Middle of the Eighteenth CenturyB. Tauchnitz, 1878 - 298ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... unto thy good , though it be small , For hoard hath hate , and climbing tickleness ; Preise hath envie , and weal is blent o'er all . Savor no more than thee behoven shall , Rede well thy self that other folk can'st rede , And Truth ...
... unto thy good , though it be small , For hoard hath hate , and climbing tickleness ; Preise hath envie , and weal is blent o'er all . Savor no more than thee behoven shall , Rede well thy self that other folk can'st rede , And Truth ...
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... sphere . Ask me no more , if east or west , The phoenix builds her spicy nest ; For unto you at last she flies , And in your fragrant bosom dies . Thomas Carew . CUPID AND CAMPASPE . 15 CUPID AND CAMPASPE . CUPID Thomas Carew.
... sphere . Ask me no more , if east or west , The phoenix builds her spicy nest ; For unto you at last she flies , And in your fragrant bosom dies . Thomas Carew . CUPID AND CAMPASPE . 15 CUPID AND CAMPASPE . CUPID Thomas Carew.
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... the riddles which he said Unto yourselves to make you merry glee : Your merry glee is now laid all abed , Your merry maker now , alas ! is dead . Sir Philip Sidney . LAMENT FOR ASTROPHEL . " Death , the devourer of Edmund Spenser.
... the riddles which he said Unto yourselves to make you merry glee : Your merry glee is now laid all abed , Your merry maker now , alas ! is dead . Sir Philip Sidney . LAMENT FOR ASTROPHEL . " Death , the devourer of Edmund Spenser.
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... unto a rock near land ! Where ev'ry calmy morn I'll stand , And ere one sheep out of my flock I tell , Sad Willy's pipe shall bid his friend farewell . William Browne . LYCIDAS . 35 LYCIDAS . ELEGY ON A FRIEND DROWNED William Browne.
... unto a rock near land ! Where ev'ry calmy morn I'll stand , And ere one sheep out of my flock I tell , Sad Willy's pipe shall bid his friend farewell . William Browne . LYCIDAS . 35 LYCIDAS . ELEGY ON A FRIEND DROWNED William Browne.
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... unto his funeral dole The ant , the field - mouse , and the mole To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm And ( when gay tombs are robb'd ) sustain no harm ; But keep the wolf far thence , that's foe to men , For with his nails he ...
... unto his funeral dole The ant , the field - mouse , and the mole To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm And ( when gay tombs are robb'd ) sustain no harm ; But keep the wolf far thence , that's foe to men , For with his nails he ...
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19 ÆäÀÌÁö - To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers...
203 ÆäÀÌÁö - How blest is he who crowns in shades like these A youth of labour with an age of ease; Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly!
73 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted...
139 ÆäÀÌÁö - Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly Then, heigh, ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! &c.
117 ÆäÀÌÁö - When Love with unconfine'd 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.
274 ÆäÀÌÁö - The lonely mountains o'er And the resounding shore A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament ; From haunted spring and dale Edged with poplar pale The parting Genius is with sighing sent ; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
268 ÆäÀÌÁö - See how from far, upon the eastern road, The star-led wizards haste with odours sweet : O run, prevent them with thy humble ode And lay it lowly at His blessed feet ; Have thou the honour first thy Lord to greet, And join thy voice unto the angel quire From out his secret altar touched with hallowed fire.
146 ÆäÀÌÁö - O mistress mine, where are you roaming ? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
82 ÆäÀÌÁö - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sunbeams, Or likest hovering dreams The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
210 ÆäÀÌÁö - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...