Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed an Historical Sketch of the Rise and Progress of the English Poetry and Language, Том 1Bulmer, 1803 - Всего страниц: 458 |
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... Doth not the sun dazzle the clearest eyes , And melt the ice , and make the frost retire ? The hardest stones are pierced through with tools : The wisest are , with princes , made but fools . his admiration much more than the gentler ...
... Doth not the sun dazzle the clearest eyes , And melt the ice , and make the frost retire ? The hardest stones are pierced through with tools : The wisest are , with princes , made but fools . his admiration much more than the gentler ...
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... Doth he then use on mules to ride ? Jeff . Yea ! and that with so shameful pride , That to tell it is not possible : More like a god celestial Than any creature mortal , With worldly pomp incredible . Before him rideth two priests ...
... Doth he then use on mules to ride ? Jeff . Yea ! and that with so shameful pride , That to tell it is not possible : More like a god celestial Than any creature mortal , With worldly pomp incredible . Before him rideth two priests ...
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... doth declare , Who hath your heart in hold , And where good - will ye bear . Fain would ye find a cloak Your burning fire to hide , Yet both the flame and smoke Breaks out on every side . Ye cannot love so guide That it no issue win ...
... doth declare , Who hath your heart in hold , And where good - will ye bear . Fain would ye find a cloak Your burning fire to hide , Yet both the flame and smoke Breaks out on every side . Ye cannot love so guide That it no issue win ...
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... doth resort . I cannot crouch nor kneel to such a wrong , To worship them , like God on earth alone , That are as wolves these silly lambs among ; I cannot with my words complain and moan , And suffer nought , - -nor smart without ...
... doth resort . I cannot crouch nor kneel to such a wrong , To worship them , like God on earth alone , That are as wolves these silly lambs among ; I cannot with my words complain and moan , And suffer nought , - -nor smart without ...
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... doth mark whereso I ride or go ; In lusty leas at liberty I walk . And of these news I feel nor weal nor wo , Save that a clog doth hang yet at my heel ; No force for that , for it is order'd so , That I may leap both hedge and dike ...
... doth mark whereso I ride or go ; In lusty leas at liberty I walk . And of these news I feel nor weal nor wo , Save that a clog doth hang yet at my heel ; No force for that , for it is order'd so , That I may leap both hedge and dike ...
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Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed an ..., Том 1 George Ellis Полный просмотр - 1801 |
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Стр. 349 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O prepare it. My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Стр. 389 - I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be; But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee!
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. 351 - Fear no more the frown o' the great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Стр. 334 - Tell them that brave it most, They beg for more by spending, Who, in their greatest cost, Seek nothing but commending: And if they make reply Then give them all the lie.
Стр. 346 - Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night ' That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide...
Стр. 220 - Time drives the flocks from field to fold, When Rivers rage, and Rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb, The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields, To wayward winter reckoning yields, A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
Стр. 388 - Come, my Celia, let us prove, While we can, the sports of love, Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever; Spend not then his gifts in vain; Suns, that set, may rise again ; . But if once we lose this light, 'Tis with us perpetual night.
Стр. 243 - CUPID and my Campaspe played At cards for kisses — Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows ; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin ; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me?* THE SONGS...
Стр. 348 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head ? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engender'd in the eyes, With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell ALL.