Select Beauties of Ancient English Poetry, Volume 1J. Sharpe, 1810 - English poetry |
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... Bower of Bliss The Cave of Despair ... The Degeneracy of the Times ........ .G . Fletcher 81 The Poet conducted to the Infernal Regions The Battle of Cressey The Shepherd's Life ...... The Capture of Mortimer ..... The same 1 ... Browne ...
... Bower of Bliss The Cave of Despair ... The Degeneracy of the Times ........ .G . Fletcher 81 The Poet conducted to the Infernal Regions The Battle of Cressey The Shepherd's Life ...... The Capture of Mortimer ..... The same 1 ... Browne ...
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... when the dawns of neighbour day he spy'd , Ah wretch ! Eurydice he saw , and lost , and dy'd . Purple Island , by P. Fletcher , Cant . v . st . 61-67 , edit . 1633 . THE BOWER OF BLISS * . At the return of 74 DESCRIPTIVE PIECES .
... when the dawns of neighbour day he spy'd , Ah wretch ! Eurydice he saw , and lost , and dy'd . Purple Island , by P. Fletcher , Cant . v . st . 61-67 , edit . 1633 . THE BOWER OF BLISS * . At the return of 74 DESCRIPTIVE PIECES .
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... Bower of Bliss ; they accordingly set out , and on their arrival we meet with the following description of the place . WITH Philomel he took the ready way , Which to the Bower of Bliss directly lay ; Where in the way they both amazed ...
... Bower of Bliss ; they accordingly set out , and on their arrival we meet with the following description of the place . WITH Philomel he took the ready way , Which to the Bower of Bliss directly lay ; Where in the way they both amazed ...
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... bower . And more to beautify the goodly frames Which God and nature gave these goodly dames , Gentry their cradles at their birth did rock , And drew their lineage from an ancient stock : But what , alas ! avails the fading flower Of ...
... bower . And more to beautify the goodly frames Which God and nature gave these goodly dames , Gentry their cradles at their birth did rock , And drew their lineage from an ancient stock : But what , alas ! avails the fading flower Of ...
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... bower : for many a night With her he stole a snatch of love's delight . Yet he was false , disloyal to his dame : For in his common talk , devoid of shame , He of his lady's favour was too frank , For which I can that lover little thank ...
... bower : for many a night With her he stole a snatch of love's delight . Yet he was false , disloyal to his dame : For in his common talk , devoid of shame , He of his lady's favour was too frank , For which I can that lover little thank ...
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Page 189 - You would have thought the very windows spake, So many greedy looks of young and old Through casements darted their desiring eyes Upon his visage ; and that all the walls With painted imagery had said at once, — " Jesu preserve thee ! welcome, Bolingbroke !" Whilst he, from one side to the other turning, Bare-headed, lower than his proud steed's neck, Bespake them thus, — " I thank you, countrymen :" And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along.
Page 190 - Richard ; no man cried, God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home : But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which, with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God, for some strong...
Page 91 - The fleeting course of fast-declining life : There heard we him with broke and hollow plaint Rue with himself his end approaching fast, And all for nought his wretched mind torment With sweet remembrance of his pleasures past. And fresh delights of lusty youth forewaste ; Recounting which, how would he sob and shriek, And to be young again of Jove beseek ! But an...
Page xxvii - He made an administration so checkered and speckled ; he put together a piece of joinery so. crossly indented and whimsically dove-tailed ; a cabinet so variously inlaid ; such a piece of diversified mosaic, such a tesselated pavement without cement ; here a bit of black stone, and there a bit of white...
Page xxvii - ... a tesselated pavement without cement ; here a bit of black stone, and there a bit of white ; patriots and courtiers, king's friends and republicans; whigs and tories; treacherous friends and open enemies ; that it was indeed a very curious show ; but utterly unsafe to touch, and unsure to stand on.
Page 80 - To read what manner music that might be: For all that pleasing is to living ear, Was there consorted in one harmony; Birds, voices, instruments, winds, waters, all agree. The joyous birds, shrouded in cheerful shade, Their notes unto the voice attempered sweet; Th' angelical soft trembling voices made To th...
Page 138 - What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield: And what is else not to be overcome?
Page 90 - ... he, whom Fortune frowned on, Or whom she lifted up into the throne Of high renown ; but, as a living death, So, dead alive, of life he drew the breath. The body's rest, the quiet of the heart, The travail's ease, the still night's fear was he, And of our life in earth the better part ; Reaver of sight, and yet in whom we see Things oft that tide, and oft that never be ; Without respect, esteeming equally King Groemi pomp, and Irus
Page 92 - Went on three feet, and sometimes crept on four, With old lame bones that rattled by his side, His scalp all pilled, and he with eld forlore; His withered fist still knocking at Death's door, Fumbling and driveling, as he draws his breath; For brief, the shape and messenger of Death.
Page 114 - Seiian worms he knows, that with their thread Draw out their silken lives ; nor silken pride : His lambs...