Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed, an Historical Sketch of the Rise and Progress of the English Poetry and Language,Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1811 |
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... answer me again , That lovers true must bear , and hold their peace . Dear , I will bear , and hold my peace , if you Will hold your peace , and bear what I shall do . Desires Government . WHERE Wit is over - rul'd by [ 14 ]
... answer me again , That lovers true must bear , and hold their peace . Dear , I will bear , and hold my peace , if you Will hold your peace , and bear what I shall do . Desires Government . WHERE Wit is over - rul'd by [ 14 ]
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... dear eyes Need not , need not more afflict me ; Nor your sweet tongue dipt in gall Need at all From your presence interdict me . By my love , long , firm , and true , VOL . 111 . Borne to you , B By these tears , my grief expressing ...
... dear eyes Need not , need not more afflict me ; Nor your sweet tongue dipt in gall Need at all From your presence interdict me . By my love , long , firm , and true , VOL . 111 . Borne to you , B By these tears , my grief expressing ...
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... Dear friend , " Q that our love might take no end , " Or never had beginning took ! " I speak not this with a false heart ; " Wherewith his hand she gently strain'd ; " Or that would change a love maintain'd " With so much love on ...
... Dear friend , " Q that our love might take no end , " Or never had beginning took ! " I speak not this with a false heart ; " Wherewith his hand she gently strain'd ; " Or that would change a love maintain'd " With so much love on ...
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... dear , " And knit our marriage knot ; " Each hour a day , each month a year , " Thou know'st I think , God wot . " Delay not then , like worldly men , " Good works till wither'd age : " " Bove other things the King of Kings " Bless'd ...
... dear , " And knit our marriage knot ; " Each hour a day , each month a year , " Thou know'st I think , God wot . " Delay not then , like worldly men , " Good works till wither'd age : " " Bove other things the King of Kings " Bless'd ...
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... dear , fly fast , my Thomalin ! Who him encounters once , for ever dies . But if he lurk between the ruddy lips , Unhappy soul , that thence his nectar sips , While down into his heart the sugar'd poison slips ! O t in a voice he creeps ...
... dear , fly fast , my Thomalin ! Who him encounters once , for ever dies . But if he lurk between the ruddy lips , Unhappy soul , that thence his nectar sips , While down into his heart the sugar'd poison slips ! O t in a voice he creeps ...
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244 페이지 - 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?
31 페이지 - 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.
278 페이지 - Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage ; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage : If I have freedom in my love, And in my soul am free, Angels alone that soar above Enjoy such liberty.
275 페이지 - 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.
277 페이지 - 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.
194 페이지 - 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. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, — How...
132 페이지 - 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.
85 페이지 - I how great she be? Great, or good, or kind, or fair, I will ne'er the more despair! If she love me, this believe, I will die ere she shall grieve! If she slight me, when I woo, I can scorn, and let her go! For if she be not for me, What care I for whom she be?
222 페이지 - 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.
63 페이지 - Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed save bats and owls! A midnight bell, a parting groan, These are the sounds we feed upon; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley; Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.