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, Volumen31801 |
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... death with his " Worst counsel should divide us here , " His terrors could not make me fear " To come where your loved presence is . " Only , if love's fire with the breath " Of life be kindled , I doubt , " With our last air ' twill be ...
... death with his " Worst counsel should divide us here , " His terrors could not make me fear " To come where your loved presence is . " Only , if love's fire with the breath " Of life be kindled , I doubt , " With our last air ' twill be ...
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... death . SONNET TO HIS LUTE . My lute , be as thou wast , when thou didst grow With thy green mother in some shady grove , When immelodious winds but made thee move , And birds on thee their ramage did bestow . Sith that dear voice which ...
... death . SONNET TO HIS LUTE . My lute , be as thou wast , when thou didst grow With thy green mother in some shady grove , When immelodious winds but made thee move , And birds on thee their ramage did bestow . Sith that dear voice which ...
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... ; the Nimrod fierce is Death ; His speedy greyhounds are Lust , sickness , envy , care , Strife , that ne'er falls amiss , With all those ills that haunt us while we breathe . Now , if by chance we fly Of these the [ 61 ]
... ; the Nimrod fierce is Death ; His speedy greyhounds are Lust , sickness , envy , care , Strife , that ne'er falls amiss , With all those ills that haunt us while we breathe . Now , if by chance we fly Of these the [ 61 ]
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... Death of Sophonisba , " a poem . See Campbell's Introduction to the History of Poetry in Scotland , p . 130. ] TO AURORA . PALE sad Aurora , leave thy showers to rain , Of pearl - like chrystal tears thou daily sheds , In tender bosoms ...
... Death of Sophonisba , " a poem . See Campbell's Introduction to the History of Poetry in Scotland , p . 130. ] TO AURORA . PALE sad Aurora , leave thy showers to rain , Of pearl - like chrystal tears thou daily sheds , In tender bosoms ...
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... believe me , ( So indifferent though I seem ) Death with tortures would not grieve me More , than loss of thy esteem . For , if VIRTUE me forsake , All a scorn of me will make . Then , as I , on thee relying , Do [ 71 ]
... believe me , ( So indifferent though I seem ) Death with tortures would not grieve me More , than loss of thy esteem . For , if VIRTUE me forsake , All a scorn of me will make . Then , as I , on thee relying , Do [ 71 ]
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Página 225 - 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 198 - 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 180 - 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 225 - 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 350 - 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.