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Not my will , but fate did fetch Me , poor wretch , Into this unhappy error ; Which to
plague , no tyrants mind Pain can find Like my heart ' s self - guilty terror . Then ,
O then ! let that suffice , Your dear eyes Need not , need not more afflict me ; Nor
...
Not my will , but fate did fetch Me , poor wretch , Into this unhappy error ; Which to
plague , no tyrants mind Pain can find Like my heart ' s self - guilty terror . Then ,
O then ! let that suffice , Your dear eyes Need not , need not more afflict me ; Nor
...
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Tis a lightning from above ; " Tis an arrow , ' tis a fire ; " Tis a boy they call Desire ;
' Tis a grave Gapes to have Those poor fools that long to prove . “ Tell me more ,
are women true ? ” Yes , some are , and some as you . Some are willing , some ...
Tis a lightning from above ; " Tis an arrow , ' tis a fire ; " Tis a boy they call Desire ;
' Tis a grave Gapes to have Those poor fools that long to prove . “ Tell me more ,
are women true ? ” Yes , some are , and some as you . Some are willing , some ...
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... If these no other joys imply :A golden gyve , a pleasing wrong . - - To be your
own but one poor month , I ' d give My youth , my fortune , and then leave to live .
FRANCIS BEAUMONT . A CHARM . [ From his “ BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER .
... If these no other joys imply :A golden gyve , a pleasing wrong . - - To be your
own but one poor month , I ' d give My youth , my fortune , and then leave to live .
FRANCIS BEAUMONT . A CHARM . [ From his “ BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER .
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This world a hunting is ; The prey poor man ; the Nimrod fierce is Death ; His
speedy greyhounds are Lust , sickness , envy , care , Strife , that ne ' er falls
amiss , With all those ills which haunt us while we breathe . Now , if by chance we
fly Of ...
This world a hunting is ; The prey poor man ; the Nimrod fierce is Death ; His
speedy greyhounds are Lust , sickness , envy , care , Strife , that ne ' er falls
amiss , With all those ills which haunt us while we breathe . Now , if by chance we
fly Of ...
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One poor thought of her would arm me So as Circe could not harm me . Since ,
beside those excellences Wherewith others please the senses , She , whom I
have prized so , Yields delights for reason too . Who could doat on things so
common ...
One poor thought of her would arm me So as Circe could not harm me . Since ,
beside those excellences Wherewith others please the senses , She , whom I
have prized so , Yields delights for reason too . Who could doat on things so
common ...
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Стр. 250 - Her finger was so small, the ring Would not stay on which they did bring, It was too wide a peck : 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 stole in and out, As if they fear'd the light : But oh ! she dances such a way — No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
Стр. 69 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 126 - But Time did beckon to the flowers, and they By noon most cunningly did steal away, And wither'd in my hand. My hand was next to them, and then my heart ; I took, without more thinking, in good part Time's gentle admonition ; Who did so sweetly death's sad taste convey, Making my mind to smell my fatal day, Yet sugaring the suspicion.
Стр. 290 - But should I now to you relate The strength and riches of their state, The powder, patches, and the pins, The ribbons, jewels, and the rings, The lace, the paint, and warlike things That make up all their magazines : 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...
Стр. 85 - 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?
Стр. 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. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 56 - See, see the flowers that below Now as fresh as morning blow, And of all the virgin rose That as bright Aurora shows, How they all unleaved die Losing their virginity : Like unto a summer shade, But now born and now they fade.
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| Название | Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed an Historical Sketch of the Rise and Progress of the English Poetry and Language Specimens of the Early English Poets (Том 3), George Ellis Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed an Historical Sketch of the Rise and Progress of the English Poetry and Language; in Three Volumes (Том 3), George Ellis |
| Автор | George Ellis |
| Редактор | George Ellis |
| Издание: | 3 |
| Издатель | W. Bulmer and Company, 1803 |
| Владелец оригинала: | Гарвардский университет |
| Оцифровано | 3 окт 2007 |
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