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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... tell it is not possible : More like a god celestial Than any creature mortal , With worldly pomp incredible . Before him rideth two priests strong , And they bear two crosses right long , Gaping in every man's face . After him follow ...
... tell it is not possible : More like a god celestial Than any creature mortal , With worldly pomp incredible . Before him rideth two priests strong , And they bear two crosses right long , Gaping in every man's face . After him follow ...
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... And , as they say , in time of rain , Four of his gentlemen are fain To hold over it a canopy . Cul . Fr. 2 Purchased at the court of Rome . An angel is a well - known coin , Beside this , to tell thee more news , He [ 13 ]
... And , as they say , in time of rain , Four of his gentlemen are fain To hold over it a canopy . Cul . Fr. 2 Purchased at the court of Rome . An angel is a well - known coin , Beside this , to tell thee more news , He [ 13 ]
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... tell thee more news , He hath a pair of costly shoes , Which seldom touch any ground ; They are so goodly and curious , All of gold and stones precious , Costing many a thousand pound . Wat . And who did for these shoes pay ? Jeff ...
... tell thee more news , He hath a pair of costly shoes , Which seldom touch any ground ; They are so goodly and curious , All of gold and stones precious , Costing many a thousand pound . Wat . And who did for these shoes pay ? Jeff ...
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... tell the wo : " I love the love that loves not me : " I may not mend , but mourning mo , 6 " While God send some remeid " Through destiny or deid . " " I am his friend , and he my foe . 86 My sweet , alas ! why does he so ? " I wrought ...
... tell the wo : " I love the love that loves not me : " I may not mend , but mourning mo , 6 " While God send some remeid " Through destiny or deid . " " I am his friend , and he my foe . 86 My sweet , alas ! why does he so ? " I wrought ...
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... tell me who you hither sent ? " Or why ye bear your bow so bent " To slay our deer of pride ? " In waithman weed sen I I you find , " In this wood walkand your alone , " Your milk - white handis we shall bind " While that the blood ...
... tell me who you hither sent ? " Or why ye bear your bow so bent " To slay our deer of pride ? " In waithman weed sen I I you find , " In this wood walkand your alone , " Your milk - white handis we shall bind " While that the blood ...
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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...