Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed, an Historical Sketch of the Rise and Progress of the English Poetry and Language,Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1811 |
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Pagina 19
... were , ANDREW BOORD , or BORDE , a whimsical physician , who is mentioned by the ingenious editor of " the Muses ' Library , " with much more praise than he seems to deserve ; JOHN BALE , the biographer ; BRIAN ANSLAY [ 19 ]
... were , ANDREW BOORD , or BORDE , a whimsical physician , who is mentioned by the ingenious editor of " the Muses ' Library , " with much more praise than he seems to deserve ; JOHN BALE , the biographer ; BRIAN ANSLAY [ 19 ]
Pagina 51
... praise Sir Thopas for a noble tale , And scorn the story that the knight told : ' Praise him for counsel that is drunk of ale : Grin when he laughs that beareth all the sway , Frown when he frowns , and groan when he is pale : On others ...
... praise Sir Thopas for a noble tale , And scorn the story that the knight told : ' Praise him for counsel that is drunk of ale : Grin when he laughs that beareth all the sway , Frown when he frowns , and groan when he is pale : On others ...
Pagina 55
... Praise of his Love , Geraldine . FROM ROM Tuscane came my lady's worthy race ; Fair Florence was , sometime , her ancient seat ; The western ile , whose pleasant shore doth face I Wild Camber's cliffs , first gave her 1 lively heat ...
... Praise of his Love , Geraldine . FROM ROM Tuscane came my lady's worthy race ; Fair Florence was , sometime , her ancient seat ; The western ile , whose pleasant shore doth face I Wild Camber's cliffs , first gave her 1 lively heat ...
Pagina 57
... praise , Recording oft what grace each one had found , What hope of speed , what dread of long delays . The wild forest , the clothed holts with green , With reins avail'd , and swift y - breathed horse , With cry of hounds , and merry ...
... praise , Recording oft what grace each one had found , What hope of speed , what dread of long delays . The wild forest , the clothed holts with green , With reins avail'd , and swift y - breathed horse , With cry of hounds , and merry ...
Pagina 59
... Praise of his Love , wherein he reproveth them that compare their Ladies with his . GIVE place , ye lovers , here before That spent your boasts and brags in vain ! My lady's beauty passeth more The best of yours , I dare well sayne ...
... Praise of his Love , wherein he reproveth them that compare their Ladies with his . GIVE place , ye lovers , here before That spent your boasts and brags in vain ! My lady's beauty passeth more The best of yours , I dare well sayne ...
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Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed, an Historical ... George Ellis Volledige weergave - 1811 |
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ALPHEUS FELCH Astrophel and Stella beauty bird bliss born breast Chaucer cheer court Cupid dainty dame dear death delight doth earl England's Helicon English eyes fair faith farewell favour fear flowers following specimens glad our lovely Gloss Gorboduc grace green Greensleeves grief Harpalus hath heart heaven HENRY PEACHAM Henry VIII honour king kiss lady live Lord Love's lovely summer queen Lover lullaby lute Macedon mind mourning Muse never night nought pain plain poems poetical poetry poets praise prep printed pron Puttenham reign Ritson's scorn shepherd sighs sight sing Sir Thomas Wyatt Sith song SONNET soul stanzas sweet tears tell thee thine thing thou thought three ravens translated tree unto verse Vide Sibbald Warton wight wind wine Wood words worth marriage wouldest not love youth
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Pagina 220 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Pagina 352 - Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require.
Pagina 336 - Tell arts they have no soundness, But vary by esteeming ; Tell schools they want profoundness, And stand too much on seeming : If arts and schools reply, Give arts and schools the lie. Tell faith it's fled the city; Tell how the country erreth ; Tell manhood shakes off pity ; Tell virtue least preferreth : And if they do reply, Spare not to give the lie. So when thou hast, as I Commanded thee, done blabbing, — Although to give the lie Deserves no less than stabbing, — Stab at thee he that will,...
Pagina 342 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
Pagina 351 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.
Pagina 364 - You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light, You common people of the skies; What are you when the moon shall rise...
Pagina 220 - A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten ; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps, and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.
Pagina 383 - Song Go, and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me, where all past years are, Or who cleft the Devil's foot, Teach me to hear mermaids singing, Or to keep off envy's stinging, And find What wind Serves to advance an honest mind.
Pagina 243 - At cards for kisses, Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows...
Pagina 384 - Things invisible to see, Ride ten thousand days and nights, Till age snow white hairs on thee, Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me All strange wonders that befell thee, And swear No where Lives a woman true, and fair. If thou find'st one, let me know, Such a pilgrimage were sweet; Yet do not, I would not go, Though at next door we might meet, Though she were true, when you met her, And last, till you write your letter, Yet she Will be False, ere I come, to two, or three.