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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... flower , Which will away , and doth together Both bud and fade , both blow and wither ! SONG . Persuasions to enjoy . If the quick spirits in your eye Now languish , and anon must die ; If every sweet , and every grace , Must fly from ...
... flower , Which will away , and doth together Both bud and fade , both blow and wither ! SONG . Persuasions to enjoy . If the quick spirits in your eye Now languish , and anon must die ; If every sweet , and every grace , Must fly from ...
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... the infant year ; Ask me why I send to you This primrose , all bepearl'd with dew ; I straight will whisper in your ears , The sweets of love are wash'd with tears . Ask me why this flower doth shew So yellow , [ 137 ]
... the infant year ; Ask me why I send to you This primrose , all bepearl'd with dew ; I straight will whisper in your ears , The sweets of love are wash'd with tears . Ask me why this flower doth shew So yellow , [ 137 ]
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English poets George Ellis. Ask me why this flower doth shew So yellow , green , and sickly too ; Ask me why the stalk is weak , And bending , yet it doth not break ; I must tell you , these discover What doubts and fears are in a lover ...
English poets George Ellis. Ask me why this flower doth shew So yellow , green , and sickly too ; Ask me why the stalk is weak , And bending , yet it doth not break ; I must tell you , these discover What doubts and fears are in a lover ...
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... flowers , thy joys shall die , " Ev'n in the twinkling of an eye : " And all thy hopes of her shall wither " Like those short sweets thus knit together . " SONG . Good Counsel to a Young Maid . GAZE not on thy beauty's pride , Tender ...
... flowers , thy joys shall die , " Ev'n in the twinkling of an eye : " And all thy hopes of her shall wither " Like those short sweets thus knit together . " SONG . Good Counsel to a Young Maid . GAZE not on thy beauty's pride , Tender ...
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... flowers , as in their causes , sleep . Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day ; For , in pure love , heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair . Ask me no more , whither doth haste The nightingale , when ...
... flowers , as in their causes , sleep . Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day ; For , in pure love , heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair . Ask me no more , whither doth haste The nightingale , when ...
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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.