The Poetical Works of Edward Young ...Little, Brown, 1860 - English poetry |
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... spirite breathed from above , 281 Out of the bosome of the Makers blis , In whom all bountie and all vertuous love Appeared in their native propertis , And did enrich that noble breast of his With treasure passing all this worldës worth ...
... spirite breathed from above , 281 Out of the bosome of the Makers blis , In whom all bountie and all vertuous love Appeared in their native propertis , And did enrich that noble breast of his With treasure passing all this worldës worth ...
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... spirite , live there ever blessed , The worlds late wonder , and the heavens new ioy ; Live ever there , and leave me here distressed With mortall cares and cumbrous worlds anoy ! But , where thou dost that happines enioy , Bid me , O ...
... spirite , live there ever blessed , The worlds late wonder , and the heavens new ioy ; Live ever there , and leave me here distressed With mortall cares and cumbrous worlds anoy ! But , where thou dost that happines enioy , Bid me , O ...
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... spirite , To highest heaven , where now he doth inherite All happinesse in Hebes silver bowre , Chosen to be her dearest paramoure . " So raisde they eke faire Ledaes warlick twinnes , And interchanged life unto them lent , That , when ...
... spirite , To highest heaven , where now he doth inherite All happinesse in Hebes silver bowre , Chosen to be her dearest paramoure . " So raisde they eke faire Ledaes warlick twinnes , And interchanged life unto them lent , That , when ...
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... spirite greatly pained . VI . I saw two Beares , as white as anie milke , Lying together in a mightie cave , Of milde aspect , and haire as soft as silke , That salvage nature seemed not to have , Nor after greedie spoyle of blood to ...
... spirite greatly pained . VI . I saw two Beares , as white as anie milke , Lying together in a mightie cave , Of milde aspect , and haire as soft as silke , That salvage nature seemed not to have , Nor after greedie spoyle of blood to ...
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... spirite of Philisides , Which now art made the heavens ornament , That whilome wast the worldës chiefst riches , Give leave to him that lov'de thee to lament His losse by lacke of thee to heaven hent , 1 And with last duties of this ...
... spirite of Philisides , Which now art made the heavens ornament , That whilome wast the worldës chiefst riches , Give leave to him that lov'de thee to lament His losse by lacke of thee to heaven hent , 1 And with last duties of this ...
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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.