The Poetical Works of Edward Young ...Little, Brown, 1860 - English poetry |
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... : WHEREOF THE NEXT PAGE MAKETH MENTION . BY ED . SP . LONDON : IMPRINTED FOR WILLIAM PONSONBIE , DWELLING IN PAULES CHURCHYARD AT THE SIGNE OF THE BISHOPS HEAD . 1591 . A NOTE OF THE SUNDRIE POEMES CON- TAINED IN THIS Complaints.
... : WHEREOF THE NEXT PAGE MAKETH MENTION . BY ED . SP . LONDON : IMPRINTED FOR WILLIAM PONSONBIE , DWELLING IN PAULES CHURCHYARD AT THE SIGNE OF THE BISHOPS HEAD . 1591 . A NOTE OF THE SUNDRIE POEMES CON- TAINED IN THIS Complaints.
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... Young. THE TEARES OF THE MUSES . By ED . SP . LONDON : IMPRINTED FOR WILLIAM PONSONBIE , DWELLING IN PAULES CHURCHYARD AT THE SIGNE OF THE BISHOPS HEAD . 1591 . TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE THE LADIE STRANGE . Most brave The Teares of the Muses.
... Young. THE TEARES OF THE MUSES . By ED . SP . LONDON : IMPRINTED FOR WILLIAM PONSONBIE , DWELLING IN PAULES CHURCHYARD AT THE SIGNE OF THE BISHOPS HEAD . 1591 . TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE THE LADIE STRANGE . Most brave The Teares of the Muses.
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... comfortlesse doth hide her chearlesse head During the time of that her widowhead , 235 240 1 Losels , worthless fellows . 2 I. e . the pauses of her sighs . we , So that earst were wont in sweet accord 52 THE TEARES OF THE MUSES .
... comfortlesse doth hide her chearlesse head During the time of that her widowhead , 235 240 1 Losels , worthless fellows . 2 I. e . the pauses of her sighs . we , So that earst were wont in sweet accord 52 THE TEARES OF THE MUSES .
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... head , 135 And perfect Pleasure buildes her ioyous bowre , Free from sad cares , that rich mens hearts devowre . This all his care , this all his whole indevour , To this his minde and senses he doth bend , How he may flow in quiets ...
... head , 135 And perfect Pleasure buildes her ioyous bowre , Free from sad cares , that rich mens hearts devowre . This all his care , this all his whole indevour , To this his minde and senses he doth bend , How he may flow in quiets ...
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... heads into the skyes . And them amongst the wicked lotos grew , Wicked , for holding guilefully away Ulysses men , whom rapt with sweetenes new , Taking to hoste , 1 it quite from him did stay ; And eke those trees , in whose ...
... heads into the skyes . And them amongst the wicked lotos grew , Wicked , for holding guilefully away Ulysses men , whom rapt with sweetenes new , Taking to hoste , 1 it quite from him did stay ; And eke those trees , in whose ...
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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.