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 |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 6-10 de 100
Página 50
... fair ! mourn , mourn , no moe . DUET . [ In the Captain . ] " TELL me , dearest , what is love ? " " Tis a lightning from above ; " Tis an arrow , ' tis a fire ; " Tis a boy they call Desire ; " Tis a grave Gapes to have Those poor ...
... fair ! mourn , mourn , no moe . DUET . [ In the Captain . ] " TELL me , dearest , what is love ? " " Tis a lightning from above ; " Tis an arrow , ' tis a fire ; " Tis a boy they call Desire ; " Tis a grave Gapes to have Those poor ...
Página 51
... fair , Where the air Rather like a perfume dwells ; Where the violet and the rose Their blue veins in blush disclose , And come to honour nothing else . Where to live near And planted there , Is to live and still live new ; Where to ...
... fair , Where the air Rather like a perfume dwells ; Where the violet and the rose Their blue veins in blush disclose , And come to honour nothing else . Where to live near And planted there , Is to live and still live new ; Where to ...
Página 52
... fair on my desires , And hope springs up inflam'd with her new fires . No more an exile will I dwell , With folded arms and sighs all day , Reckoning the torments of my hell , And flinging my sweet joys away . I am call'd home again to ...
... fair on my desires , And hope springs up inflam'd with her new fires . No more an exile will I dwell , With folded arms and sighs all day , Reckoning the torments of my hell , And flinging my sweet joys away . I am call'd home again to ...
Página 58
... fair . Chase hence the ugly night , Which serves but to make dear thy glorious light . * * * * This is the morn should bring unto this grove My love , to hear , and recompence my love ! Fair king , who all preserves , But shew thy ...
... fair . Chase hence the ugly night , Which serves but to make dear thy glorious light . * * * * This is the morn should bring unto this grove My love , to hear , and recompence my love ! Fair king , who all preserves , But shew thy ...
Página 60
... fair , But she whose breath embalm'd thy wholesome air Is gone , nor gold nor gems her can restore . Neglected virtue ! seasons go and come , While thine , forgot , lie closed in a tomb . SONNET TO THE NIGHTINGALE . SWEET bird , that ...
... fair , But she whose breath embalm'd thy wholesome air Is gone , nor gold nor gems her can restore . Neglected virtue ! seasons go and come , While thine , forgot , lie closed in a tomb . SONNET TO THE NIGHTINGALE . SWEET bird , that ...
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
Términos y frases comunes
Admet Anon Beaumont and Fletcher beauty beauty's birds blush born breast breath Carew CASTARA Celia Charles II chaste cheek Chloris court Cupid dear death delight died disdain dost doth earth Edgar Atheling English eyes face fair fancy fate fear flame flowers folly FRANCIS BEAUMONT grace Greensleeves grief happy hath hear heart heaven hope Isaac Walton John Hall joys Julius Cæsar king kiss Laius language lips live lord lov'd love's lover maid MATTHEW STEVENSON melancholy miscellany mistress morn muse ne'er never night nymph o'er Oxford pain is love passion Phillis Picts pleasure poems poet poetry pride printed Prithee reign rose Saxon scorn Shakspeare shew sigh sing smile SONG SONNET sorrow soul specimen spring stanzas swain sweet taste tears tell thee thine thing thou art thought wanton Whilst wind wings wouldest not love youth