Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed, an Historical Sketch of the Rise and Progress of the English Poetry and Language, with a Biography of Each Poet, &c, Volume 3H. Washbourne, 1845 - English poetry |
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... . Ambrosia taste , which frees from death , And nectar , fragrant as your breath , By Hebe fill'd , who states the prime Of youth , and brails the wings of Time . Here in Adonis ' gardens grow What neither age or 20 REIGN OF JAMES I.
... . Ambrosia taste , which frees from death , And nectar , fragrant as your breath , By Hebe fill'd , who states the prime Of youth , and brails the wings of Time . Here in Adonis ' gardens grow What neither age or 20 REIGN OF JAMES I.
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... Breath , life , protection , influence . Our high conceptions crave a mind From earth and ignorance refin'd ; Crown Virtue ; Fortune's pride control ; Raise objects equal to the soul ; At will create ; eternity Bestow on mortals born to ...
... Breath , life , protection , influence . Our high conceptions crave a mind From earth and ignorance refin'd ; Crown Virtue ; Fortune's pride control ; Raise objects equal to the soul ; At will create ; eternity Bestow on mortals born to ...
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... breath Of tainted air , which cloy'd the jaws of death , Preserv'd from swallowing seas , when towering waves Mix'd with the clouds and open'd their deep graves . * * * Then brought'st me home in safety , that this earth Might bury me ...
... breath Of tainted air , which cloy'd the jaws of death , Preserv'd from swallowing seas , when towering waves Mix'd with the clouds and open'd their deep graves . * * * Then brought'st me home in safety , that this earth Might bury me ...
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... breath'd death into mine ears . Though for more pain yet spar'd a space by Death " , Thee first I lov'd , with thee all love I leave ; For my chaste flames , which quench'd were with thy breath ' , Can kindle now no more but in thy ...
... breath'd death into mine ears . Though for more pain yet spar'd a space by Death " , Thee first I lov'd , with thee all love I leave ; For my chaste flames , which quench'd were with thy breath ' , Can kindle now no more but in thy ...
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... breath Of life be kindled , I doubt , With our last air ' twill be breath'd out , And quenched with the cold of death . ' 99 Then , with a look , it seem'd denied All earthly power but hers , yet so As if to her breath he did owe This ...
... breath Of life be kindled , I doubt , With our last air ' twill be breath'd out , And quenched with the cold of death . ' 99 Then , with a look , it seem'd denied All earthly power but hers , yet so As if to her breath he did owe This ...
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Page 176 - Go, lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Page 25 - 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.
Page 122 - 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.
Page 204 - CAPTAIN or colonel, or knight in arms, Whose chance on these defenceless doors may seize, If deed of honour did thee ever please, Guard them, and him within protect from harms. He can requite thee, for he knows the charms That call fame on such gentle acts as these, And he can spread thy name o'er lands and seas, Whatever clime the sun's bright circle warms. Lift not thy spear against the Muses...
Page 255 - TELL me not, sweet, I am unkind, — That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field ; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you, too, shall adore ; I could not love thee, dear, so much. Loved I not honour more.
Page 224 - ... lover? Prithee why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do't?
Page 256 - 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 fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Page 231 - The side that's next the sun. Her lips were red, and one was thin, Compar'd to that was next her chin (Some bee had stung it newly) ; But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face ; I durst no more upon them gaze Than on the sun in July.
Page 90 - The strange music of the waves Beating on these hollow caves, This black den which rocks emboss, Overgrown with eldest moss, The rude portals that give light More to terror than delight, This my chamber of neglect Walled about with disrespect, From all these and this dull air,— A fit object for despair, — She hath taught me, by her might, To draw comfort and delight.
Page 203 - 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.