The Book of Gems: Chaucer to PriorSamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1836 - English poetry |
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... heart unwarely gan avale : And therewithal she waxeth dead and pale . And eft anon ( who thereto gan take heed ) Her hue returneth into goodly red : But still among , t ' embellish her colour , The rose was meynt aye with the lily ...
... heart unwarely gan avale : And therewithal she waxeth dead and pale . And eft anon ( who thereto gan take heed ) Her hue returneth into goodly red : But still among , t ' embellish her colour , The rose was meynt aye with the lily ...
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... heart , who is described by the historians of the time as of exceeding beauty and goodness . The Poet dreams a dream , and relates his early misfortunes , his long captivity , and the purity , constancy , and happy issue of his love ...
... heart , who is described by the historians of the time as of exceeding beauty and goodness . The Poet dreams a dream , and relates his early misfortunes , his long captivity , and the purity , constancy , and happy issue of his love ...
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... heart . His satiric epistles are his best productions ; he is far less at home in " fabricating fine speeches " to an obdurate mistress , than in moralising on the felicities of retirement , or exposing the vices and vanities of a court ...
... heart . His satiric epistles are his best productions ; he is far less at home in " fabricating fine speeches " to an obdurate mistress , than in moralising on the felicities of retirement , or exposing the vices and vanities of a court ...
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... hearts through Loves shot , By whome unkind thou hast them wonne , Think not he hath his bow forgott , Although my lute and I have done . Vengeance shall fall on thy disdaine That makest but game of earnest payne , Think not alone under ...
... hearts through Loves shot , By whome unkind thou hast them wonne , Think not he hath his bow forgott , Although my lute and I have done . Vengeance shall fall on thy disdaine That makest but game of earnest payne , Think not alone under ...
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... heart - that his love was purely Platonic - put on like the armorial bearings of his shield - and that before he celebrated her charms and maintained her supremacy , he was himself married to a daughter of the Earl of Oxford - and was ...
... heart - that his love was purely Platonic - put on like the armorial bearings of his shield - and that before he celebrated her charms and maintained her supremacy , he was himself married to a daughter of the Earl of Oxford - and was ...
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Page 221 - Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings ; There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Page 106 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Page 138 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed : Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound.
Page 267 - He makes the figs our mouths to meet And throws the melons at our feet; But apples, plants of such a price, No tree could ever bear them twice.
Page 271 - Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the Flood, And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews.
Page 227 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine ; Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage. But O, sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower ? Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what love did seek. Or call up him that left...
Page 223 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequer'd shade...
Page 267 - Ambergris on shore. He cast (of which we rather boast) The Gospel's Pearl upon our Coast. And in these Rocks for us did frame A Temple, where to sound his Name. Oh let our Voice his Praise exalt, Till it arrive at Heaven's Vault : Which thence (perhaps) rebounding may Echo beyond the Mexique Bay.
Page 200 - Who would have thought my shrivelled heart Could have recovered greenness? It was gone Quite under ground; as flowers depart To see their mother-root, when they have blown; Where they together All the hard weather, Dead to the world, keep house unknown.
Page 226 - Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step and musing gait And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes; There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad, leaden, downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast.