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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... lover , nor to loving dames . So all alike will constant prove , Both Fortune , running streams , and Love . EDWARD LORD HERBERT OF CHERBURY . This noble author is WM . HERBERT , EARL OF PEMBROKE . 41.
... lover , nor to loving dames . So all alike will constant prove , Both Fortune , running streams , and Love . EDWARD LORD HERBERT OF CHERBURY . This noble author is WM . HERBERT , EARL OF PEMBROKE . 41.
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... love prevails , Where her moving virtues fails . Beauties ! ' tis not all those features . Placed in the fairest creatures , Though their best they should discover , That can tempt from her a lover . ' Tis not those soft snowy breasts ...
... love prevails , Where her moving virtues fails . Beauties ! ' tis not all those features . Placed in the fairest creatures , Though their best they should discover , That can tempt from her a lover . ' Tis not those soft snowy breasts ...
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... thy picture therefore show I , Naked , unto every eye ; Yet no fear of rival know I , Neither touch of jealousy ; For , the more make love to thee , I the more shall pleased be . I am no Italian lover , That will mew thee GEORGE WITHER .
... thy picture therefore show I , Naked , unto every eye ; Yet no fear of rival know I , Neither touch of jealousy ; For , the more make love to thee , I the more shall pleased be . I am no Italian lover , That will mew thee GEORGE WITHER .
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... lover , That will mew thee in a jail ; But thy beauty I discover , English - like , without a veil . If thou may'st ... love . SONG . [ From 12 stanzas . ] SAD eyes , what do you ail , To be thus ill disposed ? Why doth your sleeping ...
... lover , That will mew thee in a jail ; But thy beauty I discover , English - like , without a veil . If thou may'st ... love . SONG . [ From 12 stanzas . ] SAD eyes , what do you ail , To be thus ill disposed ? Why doth your sleeping ...
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... as that , re - send The truest heart that lover e'er did lend . Now turn from each : so fare our sever'd hearts As the divorc'd soul from her body parts . FRANCIS QUARLES Was a very voluminous and very popular writer 120 HENRY KING .
... as that , re - send The truest heart that lover e'er did lend . Now turn from each : so fare our sever'd hearts As the divorc'd soul from her body parts . FRANCIS QUARLES Was a very voluminous and very popular writer 120 HENRY KING .
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Page 84 - I how great she be? Great, or good, or kind, or fair, I will ne'er the more despair! If she love me, this believe, I will die ere she shall grieve! If she slight me, when I woo, I can scorn, and let her go! For if she be not for me, What care I for whom she be?
Page 195 - ON A GIRDLE THAT which her slender waist confined Shall now my joyful temples bind : No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done.
Page 251 - Her cheeks so rare a white was on, No daisy makes comparison, (Who sees them is undone), For streaks of red were mingled there, Such as are on a Catherine pear The side that's next the sun. Her lips were red, and one was thin, Compar'd to that was next her chin (Some bee had stung it newly) ; But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face ; I durst no more upon them gaze Than on the sun in July.
Page 194 - 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. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, — How...
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 390 - 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.
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.
Page 73 - And Phoebus in his chair Ensaffroning sea and air Makes vanish every star: Night like a drunkard reels Beyond the hills to shun his flaming wheels: The fields...
Page 290 - If I should tell the politic arts To take and keep men's hearts ; The letters, embassies, and spies, The frowns and smiles and flatteries, The quarrels, tears, and perjuries, (Numberless, nameless mysteries...
Page 275 - 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.