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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... songs , because the manners of chivalry had , in the very infancy of our literature , blended the tender passion with a very competent share of ceremonious enthusiasm . It is probable , however , that the Italian language alone ...
... songs , because the manners of chivalry had , in the very infancy of our literature , blended the tender passion with a very competent share of ceremonious enthusiasm . It is probable , however , that the Italian language alone ...
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... song Print in your heart some parcel of my teen , ' For I , alas , in silence all too long , Of mine old hurt yet feel the wound but green . Rue on my life , or else Shall well appear , your cruel wrong and by my Sorrow , grief . death ...
... song Print in your heart some parcel of my teen , ' For I , alas , in silence all too long , Of mine old hurt yet feel the wound but green . Rue on my life , or else Shall well appear , your cruel wrong and by my Sorrow , grief . death ...
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... song of the grave - diggers in Hamlet ) are certainly his . Several of his pieces are also preserved in " the Paradise of Dainty Devices . " Mr Ritson assigns a place among the poets to William lord Vaux , son of the above nobleman ...
... song of the grave - diggers in Hamlet ) are certainly his . Several of his pieces are also preserved in " the Paradise of Dainty Devices . " Mr Ritson assigns a place among the poets to William lord Vaux , son of the above nobleman ...
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... songs and sonnets , in Queen Mary's " reign , were of my making . " See an account of this author and his works in Ritson's Bibliographia . Sir Francis Brian ( nephew to Bourchier lord Berners , the translator of Froissart ) , was the ...
... songs and sonnets , in Queen Mary's " reign , were of my making . " See an account of this author and his works in Ritson's Bibliographia . Sir Francis Brian ( nephew to Bourchier lord Berners , the translator of Froissart ) , was the ...
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... song is sung and past , My lute be still , for I have done ! The rocks do not so cruelly Repulse the waves ... songs and sonnets , wherein oft they hit " On many dainty passages of wit . " [ Epist . to Hen . Reynolds , Esq . ] And ...
... song is sung and past , My lute be still , for I have done ! The rocks do not so cruelly Repulse the waves ... songs and sonnets , wherein oft they hit " On many dainty passages of wit . " [ Epist . to Hen . Reynolds , Esq . ] And ...
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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,...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 243 - At cards for kisses, Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows...
Стр. 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.