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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... Morning with perfumed wings From the high mountains of Panch©¡a springs ; To that new - found - out world , where sober Night Takes from th ' Antipodes her silent flight ; To those dark seas , where horrid winter reigns , And binds the ...
... Morning with perfumed wings From the high mountains of Panch©¡a springs ; To that new - found - out world , where sober Night Takes from th ' Antipodes her silent flight ; To those dark seas , where horrid winter reigns , And binds the ...
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... morning blow , And of all the virgin rose , That as bright Aurora shows , How they all unleaved die Losing their virginity : Like unto a summer shade , But now born and now they fade . Every thing doth pass away ; There is danger in ...
... morning blow , And of all the virgin rose , That as bright Aurora shows , How they all unleaved die Losing their virginity : Like unto a summer shade , But now born and now they fade . Every thing doth pass away ; There is danger in ...
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... morning dew , Or like a wind that chafes the flood , Or bubbles which on water stood , - E'en such is man - whose borrow'd light Is straight call'd in and paid to - night . The wind blows out , the bubble dies , The spring intomb'd in ...
... morning dew , Or like a wind that chafes the flood , Or bubbles which on water stood , - E'en such is man - whose borrow'd light Is straight call'd in and paid to - night . The wind blows out , the bubble dies , The spring intomb'd in ...
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... morning land- scape as were brought together more than thirty years afterwards by Milton , in a passage of L'Allegro , which has been supposed to serve as a repository of imagery on that subject for all succeeding poets . Warton's ...
... morning land- scape as were brought together more than thirty years afterwards by Milton , in a passage of L'Allegro , which has been supposed to serve as a repository of imagery on that subject for all succeeding poets . Warton's ...
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... morning to next day , There meditate my time away , And angle on , and beg to have A quiet passage to a welcome grave . ' Laverock , lark . 2. Supposed to be the name of a favourite dog . JAMES SHIRLEY . Was born in London , about 1594 ...
... morning to next day , There meditate my time away , And angle on , and beg to have A quiet passage to a welcome grave . ' Laverock , lark . 2. Supposed to be the name of a favourite dog . JAMES SHIRLEY . Was born in London , about 1594 ...
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84 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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?
195 ÆäÀÌÁö - ON A GIRDLE THAT which her slender waist confined Shall now my joyful temples bind : No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done.
251 ÆäÀÌÁö - Her cheeks so rare a white was on, No daisy makes comparison, (Who sees them is undone), For streaks of red were mingled there, Such as are on a Catherine pear 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.
194 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. 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...
277 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.
390 ÆäÀÌÁö - scape, Rivals and Falsehood soon appear In a more dreadful shape. By such degrees to joy they come, And are so long withstood, So slowly they receive the sum, It hardly does them good. 'Tis cruel to prolong a pain; And to defer a joy, Believe me, gentle Celemene, Offends the winged boy.
222 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.
73 ÆäÀÌÁö - And Phoebus in his chair Ensaffroning sea and air Makes vanish every star: Night like a drunkard reels Beyond the hills to shun his flaming wheels: The fields...
290 ÆäÀÌÁö - If I should tell the politic arts To take and keep men's hearts ; The letters, embassies, and spies, The frowns and smiles and flatteries, The quarrels, tears, and perjuries, (Numberless, nameless mysteries...
275 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.