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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... beauty I discover , English - like , without a veil . If thou may'st be won away , Win and wear thee he that may . Yet in this thou may'st believe me , ( So indifferent though I seem ) Death with tortures would not grieve me More , than ...
... beauty I discover , English - like , without a veil . If thou may'st be won away , Win and wear thee he that may . Yet in this thou may'st believe me , ( So indifferent though I seem ) Death with tortures would not grieve me More , than ...
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... beauty ; I , for love.- [ Abridged from 12 stanzas . ] SAD eyes , what do you ail , To be thus ill - disposed ? Why doth your sleeping fail , Now all men's else are closed ? Was't I , that ne'er did bow In any servile duty , And will ...
... beauty ; I , for love.- [ Abridged from 12 stanzas . ] SAD eyes , what do you ail , To be thus ill - disposed ? Why doth your sleeping fail , Now all men's else are closed ? Was't I , that ne'er did bow In any servile duty , And will ...
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... beauty's ray To some more - soon - enamour'd swain : Those forced wiles Of sights and smiles , Are all bestow'd on me in vain . I have elsewhere vow'd a duty ; Turn away thy tempting eye : Shew not me thy painted beauty , These ...
... beauty's ray To some more - soon - enamour'd swain : Those forced wiles Of sights and smiles , Are all bestow'd on me in vain . I have elsewhere vow'd a duty ; Turn away thy tempting eye : Shew not me thy painted beauty , These ...
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... beauty Buzzards dare not soar unto : She , she it is Affords that bliss For which I would refuse no pain : But such as you , Fond fools , adieu ! You seek to captive me in vain.- Leave me then , thou Syren , leave me , [ 76 ]
... beauty Buzzards dare not soar unto : She , she it is Affords that bliss For which I would refuse no pain : But such as you , Fond fools , adieu ! You seek to captive me in vain.- Leave me then , thou Syren , leave me , [ 76 ]
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... beauty's flames ? Was't I , could dive , and sound each passion's secret depth at will , And from those huge o'erwhelmings rise by help of reason still ? And am I now , O heavens ! for trying this in vain , So sunk , that I shall never ...
... beauty's flames ? Was't I , could dive , and sound each passion's secret depth at will , And from those huge o'erwhelmings rise by help of reason still ? And am I now , O heavens ! for trying this in vain , So sunk , that I shall never ...
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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.