The Poetical Works of Edward Young ...Little, Brown, 1860 - English poetry |
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... goodly Verlame stood of yore , Of which there now remaines no memorie , Nor anie little moniment to see , By which the travailer that fares that way This once was she may warned be to say . There , on the other side , I did behold A ...
... goodly Verlame stood of yore , Of which there now remaines no memorie , Nor anie little moniment to see , By which the travailer that fares that way This once was she may warned be to say . There , on the other side , I did behold A ...
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... my forces , matchable to none , Were but lost labour that few would beleeve , And with rehearsing would me more agreeve . 1 Libbard , leopard . 81 85 90 " High towers , faire temples , goodly theaters , 14 THE RUINES OF TIME .
... my forces , matchable to none , Were but lost labour that few would beleeve , And with rehearsing would me more agreeve . 1 Libbard , leopard . 81 85 90 " High towers , faire temples , goodly theaters , 14 THE RUINES OF TIME .
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Edward Young. " High towers , faire temples , goodly theaters , Strong walls , rich porches , princelie pallaces , Large streetes , brave houses , sacred sepulchers , Sure gates , sweete gardens , stately galleries Wrought with faire ...
Edward Young. " High towers , faire temples , goodly theaters , Strong walls , rich porches , princelie pallaces , Large streetes , brave houses , sacred sepulchers , Sure gates , sweete gardens , stately galleries Wrought with faire ...
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... goodly ladie , sith she eke did spring Out of this stocke and famous familie Whose praises I to future age doo sing ; And foorth out of her happie womb did bring The sacred brood of learning and all honour ; 270 275 In whom the heavens ...
... goodly ladie , sith she eke did spring Out of this stocke and famous familie Whose praises I to future age doo sing ; And foorth out of her happie womb did bring The sacred brood of learning and all honour ; 270 275 In whom the heavens ...
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... goodly virgine sleeping lay ; A fairer wight saw never summers day . I heard a voyce that called farre away , And her awaking bad her quickly dight , For lo ! her bridegrome was in readie ray To come to her , and seeke her loves delight ...
... goodly virgine sleeping lay ; A fairer wight saw never summers day . I heard a voyce that called farre away , And her awaking bad her quickly dight , For lo ! her bridegrome was in readie ray To come to her , and seeke her loves delight ...
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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.