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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... tears upon Pompeius ' head ! [ And ] some , that watched with the murderer's knife With eager thirst to drink thy guiltless blood , Whose practice brake by happy end of life , With envious tears to hear thy fame so good ! So ed . I.-Ed ...
... tears upon Pompeius ' head ! [ And ] some , that watched with the murderer's knife With eager thirst to drink thy guiltless blood , Whose practice brake by happy end of life , With envious tears to hear thy fame so good ! So ed . I.-Ed ...
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... tears with thine be shed ; With thee doth he all joys enjoy , So leef a life is led . Behold thy friend , and of Thyself the pattern see ; One soul a wonder shall it seem In bodies twain to be . In absence present , rich In want , in ...
... tears with thine be shed ; With thee doth he all joys enjoy , So leef a life is led . Behold thy friend , and of Thyself the pattern see ; One soul a wonder shall it seem In bodies twain to be . In absence present , rich In want , in ...
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... tears he wash'd . And ( though a rout in daily dangers worn ) With forced face the shipmen held their tears ; And striving long the sea's rough flood to pass In angry winds and stormy showers made way , And , at the last , safe anchor'd ...
... tears he wash'd . And ( though a rout in daily dangers worn ) With forced face the shipmen held their tears ; And striving long the sea's rough flood to pass In angry winds and stormy showers made way , And , at the last , safe anchor'd ...
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... tears that forth ' gan burst , And almost fell from bloody hands the swords . Only the stern Herennius with grim look , " Dastards , why stand you still ? " he saith , and straight Swaps off the head with his presumptuous iron . Ne with ...
... tears that forth ' gan burst , And almost fell from bloody hands the swords . Only the stern Herennius with grim look , " Dastards , why stand you still ? " he saith , and straight Swaps off the head with his presumptuous iron . Ne with ...
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... tears besprent , In silver and sable , to declare The steadfast love he always meant . There might you see his band all drest In colours like to white and black ; With powder and with pellets , prest 2 To bring the fort to spoil and ...
... tears besprent , In silver and sable , to declare The steadfast love he always meant . There might you see his band all drest In colours like to white and black ; With powder and with pellets , prest 2 To bring the fort to spoil 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.