The Poetical Works of Edward Young ...Little, Brown, 1860 - English poetry |
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... death With so great labour and long - lasting paine , As if his daies for ever should remaine ? Sith all that in this world is great or gaie Doth as a vapour vanish and decaie . 45 50 55 60 " Looke backe , who list , unto the former ...
... death With so great labour and long - lasting paine , As if his daies for ever should remaine ? Sith all that in this world is great or gaie Doth as a vapour vanish and decaie . 45 50 55 60 " Looke backe , who list , unto the former ...
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... Alban's , and that Spenser , hearing the report in Ireland , may have concluded without inquiry that this was the place of his subsequent death . C. " O trustlesse state of miserable men , That builde 18 THE RUINES OF TIME .
... Alban's , and that Spenser , hearing the report in Ireland , may have concluded without inquiry that this was the place of his subsequent death . C. " O trustlesse state of miserable men , That builde 18 THE RUINES OF TIME .
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... death all friendship doth decaie . Therefore , what ever man bearst worldlie sway , Living , on God and on thy selfe relie ; For , when thou diest , all shall with thee die . " He now is dead , and all is with him dead , Save what in ...
... death all friendship doth decaie . Therefore , what ever man bearst worldlie sway , Living , on God and on thy selfe relie ; For , when thou diest , all shall with thee die . " He now is dead , and all is with him dead , Save what in ...
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... death his soule doo from his bodie sever : And thou thy selfe herein shalt also live ; Such grace the heavens doo to my verses give . " Ne shall his sister , ne thy father , die ; Thy father , that good earle of rare renowne , And noble ...
... death his soule doo from his bodie sever : And thou thy selfe herein shalt also live ; Such grace the heavens doo to my verses give . " Ne shall his sister , ne thy father , die ; Thy father , that good earle of rare renowne , And noble ...
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... death By heavens doome doo ende my earthlie daies : Thereto doo thou my humble spirite raise , And into me that sacred breath inspire , 310 Which thou there breathest perfect and entire . 315 “ Then will I sing ; but who can better sing ...
... death By heavens doome doo ende my earthlie daies : Thereto doo thou my humble spirite raise , And into me that sacred breath inspire , 310 Which thou there breathest perfect and entire . 315 “ Then will I sing ; but who can better sing ...
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Arthur Gorges aspyre beasts beautie behold bowre brave brest bright celestiall chaunce cruell dayes death delight devize dight doest doth dreadfull earth earthly eccho ring eternall eyes Faerie Queene faire farre fayre flie flowres foes foorth Foxe fyre gentle glorie glorious gods goodly grace griefe grone happie hart hath haue heaven heavenly hight himselfe honour immortall Iove ioyous LADIE lament light live Lord lyke Lyonesse Mary Sidney mightie moniment Muses mynd noble nought Nymphes paine Palici Petrarch plaint pleasures powre praid praise prayses pride Queene rest Rome sacred Sapience scorne seeke seem'd selfe shee shepheard shew shyning sight sing Sith skie sore sorrow spide spirite spoyle spright sunne sweet thee thereof theyr things thou thought unto vaine vertue weene weepe whilome Whilst wight wings wize wont wretched
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Page 130 - Full little knowest thou that hast not tride, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To loose good dayes, that might be better spent...
Page 310 - Their snowie foreheads therewithall they crownd, Whil'st one did sing this lay, Prepar'd against that day, Against their brydale day, which was not long: Sweete Themmes, runne softly, till I end my song.
Page 298 - And lende me leave to come unto my love? How slowly do the houres theyr numbers spend? How slowly does sad Time his feathers move? Hast thee, O fayrest Planet, to thy home, Within the Westerne fome : Thy tyred steedes long since have need of rest.
Page 290 - Wake now, my love, awake! for it is time: The rosy Morne long since left Tithones bed, All ready to her silver coche to clyme, And Phoebus gins to shew his glorious hed.
Page 242 - Lyke captives trembling at the victors sight. And happy lines! on which, with starry light, , Those lamping eyes will deigne sometimes to look, And reade the sorrowes of my dying spright, Written with teares in harts close bleeding book.
Page 310 - Themmes ! runne softly, till I end my Song. Then forth they all out of their baskets drew Great store of Flowers, the honour of the field, That to the sense did fragrant odours yield, All which upon those goodly Birds they threw And all the Waves did strew, That like old Peneus...
Page 307 - Zephyrus did softly play A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay Hot Titans beames, which then did glyster fayre : When I whom sullein care, Through discontent of my long fruitlesse stay In Princes Court, and expectation vayne Of idle hopes, which still doe fly away, Like empty shaddowes, did afflict my brayne, Walkt forth to ease my payne 10 Along the shoare of silver streaming Themmes...
Page 335 - So every spirit, as it is most pure, And hath in it the more of heavenly light, So it the fairer body doth procure To habit in, and it more fairly dight, With cheerful grace and amiable sight. For, of the soul, the body form doth take, For soul is form, and doth the body make.
Page 289 - And long since ready forth his maske to move, With his bright Tead that flames with many a flake, And many a bachelor to waite on him, In theyr fresh garments trim. Bid her awake therefore, and soone her dight, For lo!
Page 290 - For feare the stones her tender foot should wrong Be strewed with fragrant flowers all along, And diapred lyke the discolored mead.