Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed an Historical Sketch of the Rise and Progress of the English Poetry and Language, Volume 3W. Bulmer and Company, 1803 - 458 pages |
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... nights , My jealous fits ; O mine bard fate I now repent , but ' tis too late . No torment is so bad as love , So bitter to my soul can prove . All my griefs to this are jolly , Nought so harsh as melancholy . Friends and companions ...
... nights , My jealous fits ; O mine bard fate I now repent , but ' tis too late . No torment is so bad as love , So bitter to my soul can prove . All my griefs to this are jolly , Nought so harsh as melancholy . Friends and companions ...
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... nights and days Sounds your praise , Pity me my fault confessing . Or , if I may not desire That your ire May with penance be suspended ; Yet , let me full pardon crave , When I have With soon death my fault amended . A Fiction how ...
... nights and days Sounds your praise , Pity me my fault confessing . Or , if I may not desire That your ire May with penance be suspended ; Yet , let me full pardon crave , When I have With soon death my fault amended . A Fiction how ...
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... night , Waters hanging in the air , Heaven of heavens , his praise declare ! His deserved praise record , His , who made you by his word- Made you evermore to last , Set you bounds not to be past . Let the earth his praise resound ...
... night , Waters hanging in the air , Heaven of heavens , his praise declare ! His deserved praise record , His , who made you by his word- Made you evermore to last , Set you bounds not to be past . Let the earth his praise resound ...
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... night we banish sorrow ; Sweet air blow soft , mount larks aloft , To give my love good - morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind , Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird prune thy wing , nightingale sing , To give my love good ...
... night we banish sorrow ; Sweet air blow soft , mount larks aloft , To give my love good - morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind , Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird prune thy wing , nightingale sing , To give my love good ...
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... nights Wherein you spend your folly ! There's nought in this life sweet , If men were wise to see't , But only melancholy , Oh sweetest melancholy ! Welcome folded arms , and fixed eyes ; A sigh that , piercing , mortifies ; A look ...
... nights Wherein you spend your folly ! There's nought in this life sweet , If men were wise to see't , But only melancholy , Oh sweetest melancholy ! Welcome folded arms , and fixed eyes ; A sigh that , piercing , mortifies ; A look ...
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Page 132 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things : There is no armour against Fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 278 - Enlarged winds that curl the flood Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage ; Minds innocent and quiet take That for a hermitage.
Page 193 - Go, lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Page 244 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Page 126 - But Time did beckon to the flowers, and they By noon most cunningly did steal away, And wither'd in my hand. My hand was next to them, and then my heart ; I took, without more thinking, in good part Time's gentle admonition ; Who did so sweetly death's sad taste convey, Making my mind to smell my fatal day, Yet sugaring the suspicion.
Page 277 - Our hearts with loyal flames; When thirsty grief in wine we steep, When healths and draughts go free Fishes that tipple in the deep Know no such liberty.
Page 277 - PRISON WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Page 276 - Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Page 252 - Marched boldly up, like our trained band, Presented, and away. When all the meat was on the table What man of knife, or teeth, was able To stay to be intreated ? And this the very reason was Before the parson could say grace The company was seated.
Page 222 - Now the bright Morning Star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose.