Specimens of the Early English Poets, Volumen1Edwards, 1790 - 323 páginas |
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... rests for me , But thus , in fong , to say to thee : If Creffid's name were not so known , And written wide on every wall ; If bruit of pride were not so blown Upon Angelica withall ; For hault difdain , you might be she ; Or Creffid ...
... rests for me , But thus , in fong , to say to thee : If Creffid's name were not so known , And written wide on every wall ; If bruit of pride were not so blown Upon Angelica withall ; For hault difdain , you might be she ; Or Creffid ...
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... rest . LORDLY gallants , tell me this : Though my fafe content you weigh not , In your greatness what one bliss Have you gain'd , that I enjoy not ? You have honours , you have wealth , I have peace , and I have health ; All the day I ...
... rest . LORDLY gallants , tell me this : Though my fafe content you weigh not , In your greatness what one bliss Have you gain'd , that I enjoy not ? You have honours , you have wealth , I have peace , and I have health ; All the day I ...
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... rests , Nor the nectar that we fip From a honey - dropping lip ; Nor those eyes whence beauty's lances Wound the heart with wanton glances ; Nor those fought delights , that lie In love's hidden treasury , That can liking gain , where ...
... rests , Nor the nectar that we fip From a honey - dropping lip ; Nor those eyes whence beauty's lances Wound the heart with wanton glances ; Nor those fought delights , that lie In love's hidden treasury , That can liking gain , where ...
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... Would rob me of more rest Than e'er could be regained . But in her eyes I find Such figns of pity moving , She cannot be unkind , Nor err , nor fail in loving . And , on her forehead , this Seems written to GEORGE WITHER . 105.
... Would rob me of more rest Than e'er could be regained . But in her eyes I find Such figns of pity moving , She cannot be unkind , Nor err , nor fail in loving . And , on her forehead , this Seems written to GEORGE WITHER . 105.
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... rest ; Our landlord looks like nothing to him , The king ( God bless him ! ) ' twould undo him Should he go ftill fo drefs'd . At courfe - a - park , without all doubt , He should have first been taken out By all the maids i ' th ' town ...
... rest ; Our landlord looks like nothing to him , The king ( God bless him ! ) ' twould undo him Should he go ftill fo drefs'd . At courfe - a - park , without all doubt , He should have first been taken out By all the maids i ' th ' town ...
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Página 114 - 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!
Página 262 - 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...
Página 262 - 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.
Página 189 - 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.
Página 31 - 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.
Página 256 - 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.
Página 138 - 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.
Página 30 - 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.
Página 257 - 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.
Página 257 - 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.