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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... hath shed . ' Within their buds let roses sleep , And virgin lilies on their stem , Till sighs from lovers glide , and creep Into their leaves to open them . I ' th ' centre of my ground , compose Of bays and yew my summer room , Which ...
... hath shed . ' Within their buds let roses sleep , And virgin lilies on their stem , Till sighs from lovers glide , and creep Into their leaves to open them . I ' th ' centre of my ground , compose Of bays and yew my summer room , Which ...
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... hath alter'd thee ! Is it the loss of substance ? or of friends ? Or , thy content in discontentment ends ? Is it some scruple in thy conscience , Which , unresolved , doth leave thee in suspence ? Is it , that thou thy long wish'd love ...
... hath alter'd thee ! Is it the loss of substance ? or of friends ? Or , thy content in discontentment ends ? Is it some scruple in thy conscience , Which , unresolved , doth leave thee in suspence ? Is it , that thou thy long wish'd love ...
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... hath held most dear ; Yea , those clear eyes , which once my heart did burn , Shall in their hollow circles lodge the night , And yield more cause of terror than delight . Lo , here the record of my follies past , The fruits of wit ...
... hath held most dear ; Yea , those clear eyes , which once my heart did burn , Shall in their hollow circles lodge the night , And yield more cause of terror than delight . Lo , here the record of my follies past , The fruits of wit ...
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... hath been So prodigal of her best graces : Thus common beauties , and mean faces , Shall have more pastime , and enjoy The sport you lose by being coy . Did the thing for which I sue Only concern myself , not you ; Were men so fram'd as ...
... hath been So prodigal of her best graces : Thus common beauties , and mean faces , Shall have more pastime , and enjoy The sport you lose by being coy . Did the thing for which I sue Only concern myself , not you ; Were men so fram'd as ...
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... snow on wool thy fallings are , Soft like a spirit are thy feet ! Grief who need fear That hath an ear ? Down let him lie , And slumbering die , And change his soul for harmony . ROBERT GOMERSALL , Was born in 1600 , and sent [ 149 ]
... snow on wool thy fallings are , Soft like a spirit are thy feet ! Grief who need fear That hath an ear ? Down let him lie , And slumbering die , And change his soul for harmony . ROBERT GOMERSALL , Was born in 1600 , and sent [ 149 ]
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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.