Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed, an Historical Sketch of the Rise and Progress of the English Poetry and Language, with a Biography of Each Poet, &c, Том 3 |
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When with a sweet though troubled look She first brake silence , saying , “ Dear
friend , O that our love might take no end , Or never had beginning took ! “ I speak
not this with a false heart ; " Wherewith his hand she gently strain ' d ; " Or that ...
When with a sweet though troubled look She first brake silence , saying , “ Dear
friend , O that our love might take no end , Or never had beginning took ! “ I speak
not this with a false heart ; " Wherewith his hand she gently strain ' d ; " Or that ...
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Her finger was so small , the ring Would not stay on which they did bring , It was
too wide a peek : And to say truth , for out it must , It look ' d like the great collar ,
just , About our young colt ' s neck . Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice
...
Her finger was so small , the ring Would not stay on which they did bring , It was
too wide a peek : And to say truth , for out it must , It look ' d like the great collar ,
just , About our young colt ' s neck . Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice
...
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As the soul of one scarce dead , With the shrieks of friends aghast , Looks
distracted back in haste , And then straight again is fled ; So did wretched
Daphnis look , Frighting her he loved most . At the last , this lover ' s ghost Thus
his leave ...
As the soul of one scarce dead , With the shrieks of friends aghast , Looks
distracted back in haste , And then straight again is fled ; So did wretched
Daphnis look , Frighting her he loved most . At the last , this lover ' s ghost Thus
his leave ...
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And wavers with the wind , As a ship that saileth ; Please her the best I may , She
looks another way ; Alack and well - a - day ! Phillada flouts me ! All the fair
yesterday She did pass by me ; She look ' d another way , And would not spy me .
And wavers with the wind , As a ship that saileth ; Please her the best I may , She
looks another way ; Alack and well - a - day ! Phillada flouts me ! All the fair
yesterday She did pass by me ; She look ' d another way , And would not spy me .
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With a dejected look and pace Neglectingly she ' gan appear : When , meeting
with her tell - tale glass , She saw the face of Sorrow there : Sweet Sorrow dress '
d in such a look As Love would trick to catch Desire ; A shaded leaf in Beauty ' s ...
With a dejected look and pace Neglectingly she ' gan appear : When , meeting
with her tell - tale glass , She saw the face of Sorrow there : Sweet Sorrow dress '
d in such a look As Love would trick to catch Desire ; A shaded leaf in Beauty ' s ...
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Стр. 176 - 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.
Стр. 25 - 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.
Стр. 122 - 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.
Стр. 204 - CAPTAIN or colonel, or knight in arms, Whose chance on these defenceless doors may seize, If deed of honour did thee ever please, Guard them, and him within protect from harms. He can requite thee, for he knows the charms That call fame on such gentle acts as these, And he can spread thy name o'er lands and seas, Whatever clime the sun's bright circle warms. Lift not thy spear against the Muses...
Стр. 255 - 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.
Стр. 224 - ... lover? Prithee why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do't?
Стр. 256 - 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.
Стр. 231 - 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.
Стр. 90 - The strange music of the waves Beating on these hollow caves, This black den which rocks emboss, Overgrown with eldest moss, The rude portals that give light More to terror than delight, This my chamber of neglect Walled about with disrespect, From all these and this dull air,— A fit object for despair, — She hath taught me, by her might, To draw comfort and delight.
Стр. 203 - 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.