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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... Led by her passions , so must I : For when of pleasure she doth sing , My thoughts enjoy a sudden spring ; But if she do of sorrow speak , E'en from my heart the strings do break . Of his Mistress's Face . AND would you see my [ 22 ]
... Led by her passions , so must I : For when of pleasure she doth sing , My thoughts enjoy a sudden spring ; But if she do of sorrow speak , E'en from my heart the strings do break . Of his Mistress's Face . AND would you see my [ 22 ]
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... 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 - morrow ! To give my love good - morrow , Notes from [ 31 ]
... 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 - morrow ! To give my love good - morrow , Notes from [ 31 ]
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... Sing birds in every furrow ; And from each hill let music shrill Give my fair love good - morrow ! Blackbird , and thrush , in every bush , Stare , linnet , and cock - sparrow ! You pretty elves , amongst yourselves , Sing my fair love ...
... Sing birds in every furrow ; And from each hill let music shrill Give my fair love good - morrow ! Blackbird , and thrush , in every bush , Stare , linnet , and cock - sparrow ! You pretty elves , amongst yourselves , Sing my fair love ...
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... the wish'd bridegroom of the earth . The well - accorded birds did sing Their hymns unto the pleasant time , And in a sweet consorted chime Did welcome in the cheerful spring . To which , soft whistles of the wind , " [ 42 ]
... the wish'd bridegroom of the earth . The well - accorded birds did sing Their hymns unto the pleasant time , And in a sweet consorted chime Did welcome in the cheerful spring . To which , soft whistles of the wind , " [ 42 ]
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... thousand sugar'd joys . creep in their melting veins . How oft have I , the Muses ' bower frequenting , Miss'd them at home , and found them all with thee , Whether thou sing'st sad Eupathus lamenting , Or tunest notes 52 PHINEAS FLETCHER .
... thousand sugar'd joys . creep in their melting veins . How oft have I , the Muses ' bower frequenting , Miss'd them at home , and found them all with thee , Whether thou sing'st sad Eupathus lamenting , Or tunest notes 52 PHINEAS FLETCHER .
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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.