Specimens of the Early English Poets, 1권Edwards, 1790 - 323페이지 |
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... Fate's hidden ends eyes cannot see ; Joys , as winged dreams , fly fast , Why should sadness longer laft ? Grief is but a wound to woe , Gentleft fair ! mourn , mourn , no moe , DUE T IN THE CAPTAIN . “ TELL me , dearest , what is love ...
... Fate's hidden ends eyes cannot see ; Joys , as winged dreams , fly fast , Why should sadness longer laft ? Grief is but a wound to woe , Gentleft fair ! mourn , mourn , no moe , DUE T IN THE CAPTAIN . “ TELL me , dearest , what is love ...
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... fate : For courtly filks in cares are spent , When country's ruffet breeds content . The power of fceptres we admire , But fheep - hooks for our ufe defire . Simple and low is our condition , For here with us is no ambition ; We with ...
... fate : For courtly filks in cares are spent , When country's ruffet breeds content . The power of fceptres we admire , But fheep - hooks for our ufe defire . Simple and low is our condition , For here with us is no ambition ; We with ...
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... fate I now repent , but ' tis too late . No torment is so bad as love , So bitter to my foul can prove . All my griefs to this are jolly , Nought fo harsh as melancholy . Friends and companions , get you gonė : ' Tis my defire to be ...
... fate I now repent , but ' tis too late . No torment is so bad as love , So bitter to my foul can prove . All my griefs to this are jolly , Nought fo harsh as melancholy . Friends and companions , get you gonė : ' Tis my defire to be ...
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... fate ; Death lays his icy hands on kings . Sceptre and crown Muft tumble down , And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and fpade . Some men with fwords may reap the field , And plant fresh laurels where they kill ...
... fate ; Death lays his icy hands on kings . Sceptre and crown Muft tumble down , And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and fpade . Some men with fwords may reap the field , And plant fresh laurels where they kill ...
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... fate ? I never mean to wed That torture to my bed , My mufe is she My love shall be : Let clowns get wealth and heirs ! —when I am gone , And the great bugbear , grifly death , Shall take this idle breath , If I a poem leave , that poem ...
... fate ? I never mean to wed That torture to my bed , My mufe is she My love shall be : Let clowns get wealth and heirs ! —when I am gone , And the great bugbear , grifly death , Shall take this idle breath , If I a poem leave , that poem ...
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114 페이지 - I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be; But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee!
262 페이지 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
262 페이지 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold, In weeds of peace, high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend.
189 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.
31 페이지 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished! Reply, reply. It is engendered in the eyes. With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell.
256 페이지 - And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
138 페이지 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
30 페이지 - When icicles hang by the wall And Dick the shepherd blows his nail And Tom bears logs into the hall And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipp'd and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit ; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
257 페이지 - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, To the full-voiced quire below, In service high and anthems clear, As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
257 페이지 - As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.