Specimens of the early English poets [ed. by G. Ellis.]. To which is prefixed an historical sketch of the rise and progress of the English poetry and language. By G. Ellis, Volume 31801 |
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... fair breast , that breast so rare , That made the shepherd senseless stand . That breast she prick'd , and through that breast Love finds an entry to her heart ; At feeling of this new - come guest , Lord ! how the gentle nymph doth ...
... fair breast , that breast so rare , That made the shepherd senseless stand . That breast she prick'd , and through that breast Love finds an entry to her heart ; At feeling of this new - come guest , Lord ! how the gentle nymph doth ...
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... found , That by some secret sympathy unknown , My fair my fancy's depth might sound , And know my state as clearly as her own ! Then blest , most blest were I , No doubt , beneath the sky , I were the happiest wight ; For if my state [ 29 ]
... found , That by some secret sympathy unknown , My fair my fancy's depth might sound , And know my state as clearly as her own ! Then blest , most blest were I , No doubt , beneath the sky , I were the happiest wight ; For if my state [ 29 ]
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... fair The season with their loves did bless . Walking thus tow'rds a pleasant grove , Which did , it seem'd , in new delight The pleasures of the time unite , To give a triumph to their love ; They staid at last , and on the grass ...
... fair The season with their loves did bless . Walking thus tow'rds a pleasant grove , Which did , it seem'd , in new delight The pleasures of the time unite , To give a triumph to their love ; They staid at last , and on the grass ...
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... fair , " Think you that he excludeth love ? " These eyes again thine eyes shall see , " And hands again these hands enfold ; " And all chaste pleasures can be told " Shall with us everlasting be . " For if no use of sense remain " When ...
... fair , " Think you that he excludeth love ? " These eyes again thine eyes shall see , " And hands again these hands enfold ; " And all chaste pleasures can be told " Shall with us everlasting be . " For if no use of sense remain " When ...
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... fair gliding , Where trees in ranks did grace those banks , And nymphs had their abiding ; Here as I staid , I saw a maid , A beauteous lovely creature ; With angel face , and goddess ' grace , Of such exceeding feature : Her looks did ...
... fair gliding , Where trees in ranks did grace those banks , And nymphs had their abiding ; Here as I staid , I saw a maid , A beauteous lovely creature ; With angel face , and goddess ' grace , Of such exceeding feature : Her looks did ...
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Page 225 - To ALTHEA FROM 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 fetter'd to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Page 23 - 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-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow.
Page 96 - 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 43 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.
Page 198 - 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 180 - 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. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Page 129 - Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale when May is past, For in your sweet dividing throat She winters and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose, For in your beauty's orient deep These flowers as in their causes, sleep.
Page 56 - Cause I see a woman kind; Or a well disposed nature Joined with a lovely feature? Be she meeker, kinder, than Turtle-dove or pelican, If she be not so to me, What care I how kind she be?
Page 225 - When (like committed Linnets) I With shriller throat shall sing The sweetness, Mercy, Majesty, And glories of my King ; When I shall voice aloud, how Good He is, how Great should be ; Enlarged Winds that curl the Flood, Know no such Liberty.
Page 350 - scape, Rivals and Falsehood soon appear In a more dreadful shape. By such degrees to joy they come, And are so long withstood, So slowly they receive the sum, It hardly does them good. 'Tis cruel to prolong a pain; And to defer a joy, Believe me, gentle Celemene, Offends the winged boy.