Specimens of the early English poets [ed. by G. Ellis.]. To which is prefixed an historical sketch of the rise and progress of the English poetry and language. By G. Ellis, Volumen3 |
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Poetry , which had lo ! ig been busied with the loves and graces , were now only
occupied with the abstruse researches of science ; and fancy seemed to be
crushed and over - laid by the weight of learning . The accession of James I . who
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Poetry , which had lo ! ig been busied with the loves and graces , were now only
occupied with the abstruse researches of science ; and fancy seemed to be
crushed and over - laid by the weight of learning . The accession of James I . who
...
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All my griefs to this are jolly , None so damn ' d as melancholy . Methinks I court ,
methinks I kiss , Methinks I now embrace my miss ; O blessed days , O sweet
content , In Paradise my time is spent ! Such thought may still my fancy move , So
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All my griefs to this are jolly , None so damn ' d as melancholy . Methinks I court ,
methinks I kiss , Methinks I now embrace my miss ; O blessed days , O sweet
content , In Paradise my time is spent ! Such thought may still my fancy move , So
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Long suits in vain , Hate for good will , Still - dying pain , Yet living still : Self -
loving pride , Looks coyly strange , Will , reason ' s guide , , Desire of change ,
And last of all Blind fancy ' s fire , False beauty ' s thrall , That binds desire : All
these I ...
Long suits in vain , Hate for good will , Still - dying pain , Yet living still : Self -
loving pride , Looks coyly strange , Will , reason ' s guide , , Desire of change ,
And last of all Blind fancy ' s fire , False beauty ' s thrall , That binds desire : All
these I ...
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And to content my languishing desire , Each thing , to ease my mind , some help
affords : I fancy whiles thy form — and then a - fire , In every sound I apprehend
thy words . Then , with such thoughts my memory to wound , I call to mind thy ...
And to content my languishing desire , Each thing , to ease my mind , some help
affords : I fancy whiles thy form — and then a - fire , In every sound I apprehend
thy words . Then , with such thoughts my memory to wound , I call to mind thy ...
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O WOULD to God a way were found , That by some secret sympathy unknown ,
My fair my fancy ' s depth might sound , And know my state as clearly as her own !
Then blest , most blest were I , No doubt , beneath the sky , I were the happiest ...
O WOULD to God a way were found , That by some secret sympathy unknown ,
My fair my fancy ' s depth might sound , And know my state as clearly as her own !
Then blest , most blest were I , No doubt , beneath the sky , I were the happiest ...
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Página 223 - To ALTHEA FROM 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 fetter'd to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Página 23 - 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.
Página 96 - 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.
Página 43 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.
Página 196 - 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?
Página 178 - 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. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Página 129 - Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale when May is past, For in your sweet dividing throat She winters and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose, For in your beauty's orient deep These flowers as in their causes, sleep.
Página 56 - Cause I see a woman kind; Or a well disposed nature Joined with a lovely feature? Be she meeker, kinder, than Turtle-dove or pelican, If she be not so to me, What care I how kind she be?
Página 223 - When (like committed Linnets) I With shriller throat shall sing The sweetness, Mercy, Majesty, And glories of my King ; When I shall voice aloud, how Good He is, how Great should be ; Enlarged Winds that curl the Flood, Know no such Liberty.
Página 348 - 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.
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| Título | Specimens of the early English poets [ed. by G. Ellis.]. To which is prefixed an historical sketch of the rise and progress of the English poetry and language. By G. Ellis, Volumen3 Specimens of the early English poets [ed. by G. Ellis.]. To which is prefixed an historical sketch of the rise and progress of the English poetry and language. By G. Ellis, English poets |
| Autor | English poets |
| Editor | George Ellis |
| Publicado | 1801 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 3 Ago. 2006 |
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