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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... thee restored to life , To thee , Disdain , this altar rears ; Whereon she offers causeless strife , Self - spending sighs , and bootless tears . Long suits in vain , Hate for good will , Still - dying pain , Yet living still : Self ...
... thee restored to life , To thee , Disdain , this altar rears ; Whereon she offers causeless strife , Self - spending sighs , and bootless tears . Long suits in vain , Hate for good will , Still - dying pain , Yet living still : Self ...
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... There where the Virgin Son his doctrine taught , His miracles and our redemption wrought : Where I , by thee inspir'd , his praises sung , And on his sepulchre my offering hung : Which way soe'er I turn my face or feet , GEORGE SANDYS . 23.
... There where the Virgin Son his doctrine taught , His miracles and our redemption wrought : Where I , by thee inspir'd , his praises sung , And on his sepulchre my offering hung : Which way soe'er I turn my face or feet , GEORGE SANDYS . 23.
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... thee , or give the other3 back , 4 Be wholly cruel , or be no way ' kind ! But whilst I live , believe , thou canst not die- O ! e'en in spite of death , yet still my choice ! Oft , with the inward all - beholding eye 8 I think I see thee ...
... thee , or give the other3 back , 4 Be wholly cruel , or be no way ' kind ! But whilst I live , believe , thou canst not die- O ! e'en in spite of death , yet still my choice ! Oft , with the inward all - beholding eye 8 I think I see thee ...
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... 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 grave ! * * * * * 1 66 Each thing to ease my mind . " 2 " Ed . 1616 , " whiles . " 3.66 I ...
... 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 grave ! * * * * * 1 66 Each thing to ease my mind . " 2 " Ed . 1616 , " whiles . " 3.66 I ...
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... thee the Muses leave their silver well , And marvel where thou all their art hast found . There sitting they admire thy dainty strains , And , while thy sadder accent sweetly plains , Feel thousand sugar'd joys creep in their melting ...
... thee the Muses leave their silver well , And marvel where thou all their art hast found . There sitting they admire thy dainty strains , And , while thy sadder accent sweetly plains , Feel thousand sugar'd joys creep in their melting ...
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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.