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, Paternoster-Row., 1811 |
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... Sith Nature thus gave her the praise To be the chiefest work she wrought ; In faith , methink , some better ways On your behalf might well be sought , Than to compare , as ye have done , To match the candle with the sun . Description of ...
... Sith Nature thus gave her the praise To be the chiefest work she wrought ; In faith , methink , some better ways On your behalf might well be sought , Than to compare , as ye have done , To match the candle with the sun . Description of ...
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... sith that this day " Hath served you at all assays , " I yield to you without delay , " Here of the fortress all the keys . " And sith that I have been the mark " At whom you shot at with your eye , " Needs must you with your handy ...
... sith that this day " Hath served you at all assays , " I yield to you without delay , " Here of the fortress all the keys . " And sith that I have been the mark " At whom you shot at with your eye , " Needs must you with your handy ...
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... gentle blood : For one ill wife , Greece overthrew The town of Troy . Sith bad and good Bring mischief , Lord let be thy will To keep me free from either ill ! RICHARD EDWARDS Was born in 1523 , educated at Oxford [ 136 ]
... gentle blood : For one ill wife , Greece overthrew The town of Troy . Sith bad and good Bring mischief , Lord let be thy will To keep me free from either ill ! RICHARD EDWARDS Was born in 1523 , educated at Oxford [ 136 ]
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... Sith nought doth say the heart of stone . Why thus , my love , so kind bespeak Sweet eye , sweet lip , sweet blushing cheek , Yet not a heart to save my pain ? O Venus ! take thy gifts again . Make nought so fair to cause our moan , Or ...
... Sith nought doth say the heart of stone . Why thus , my love , so kind bespeak Sweet eye , sweet lip , sweet blushing cheek , Yet not a heart to save my pain ? O Venus ! take thy gifts again . Make nought so fair to cause our moan , Or ...
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... strong , if wise , if all do smart , Then I to ' scape shall have no way . O grant me grace , O God , that I My life may mend , sith I must die ! I Wastell , " all " A Vale of Tears . [ From the same . ROBERT SOUTHWELL . 203.
... strong , if wise , if all do smart , Then I to ' scape shall have no way . O grant me grace , O God , that I My life may mend , sith I must die ! I Wastell , " all " A Vale of Tears . [ From the same . ROBERT SOUTHWELL . 203.
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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. 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. 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. 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. 221 - 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. 358 - If he be addict to vice, Quickly him they will entice ; If to women he be bent, They have at commandement : But if Fortune once do frown, Then farewell his great renown ; They that fawn'd on him before Use his company no more. He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need : If thou sorrow, he will weep ; If thou wake, he cannot sleep ; Thus of every grief in heart He with thee doth bear a part. These are certain signs to know Faithful friend from flattering foe.
Стр. 348 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished! Reply, reply. It is engendered 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.
Стр. 263 - My true love hath my heart and I have his. His heart in me keeps him and me in one, My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides; He loves my heart, for once it was his own, I cherish his, because in me it bides. My true love hath my heart and I have his.
Стр. 355 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.
Стр. 243 - At cards for kisses, Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows...