The Poetical Rhapsody: to which are Added Several Other Pieces ...W. Pickering, 1826 |
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... kills me , her Presence cures me Ode VI . The kind Lover's Complaint in finding nothing but folly for his faithfulness Ode VII . Unhappy Eyes · Cupid shoots light , but wounds sore A true description of Love , translated from Petrarch's ...
... kills me , her Presence cures me Ode VI . The kind Lover's Complaint in finding nothing but folly for his faithfulness Ode VII . Unhappy Eyes · Cupid shoots light , but wounds sore A true description of Love , translated from Petrarch's ...
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... kill ; ' Tis you , my Fortune , make me happy live , Though Fortune , Fate , and Stars conspire mine ill . Then , blessed Saint , into your favour take me ; Fortune , nor Fate , nor Stars can wretched make me . SONNET VII . OF HIS ...
... kill ; ' Tis you , my Fortune , make me happy live , Though Fortune , Fate , and Stars conspire mine ill . Then , blessed Saint , into your favour take me ; Fortune , nor Fate , nor Stars can wretched make me . SONNET VII . OF HIS ...
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... kill . A marble heart under an amorous look Is of a flattering bait the murdering hook : For from a lady's shining - frowning eyes , Death's sable dart , and Cupid's arrow flies . X. Since then from Chastity and Beauty spring Such muddy ...
... kill . A marble heart under an amorous look Is of a flattering bait the murdering hook : For from a lady's shining - frowning eyes , Death's sable dart , and Cupid's arrow flies . X. Since then from Chastity and Beauty spring Such muddy ...
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... kill my love , but to revive my pain ; And when her voice commands , but all in vain , That love both leave to be , and to be named : Her syren voice doth such enchantment move , And though 170 POETICAL RHAPSODY . That he cannot leave ...
... kill my love , but to revive my pain ; And when her voice commands , but all in vain , That love both leave to be , and to be named : Her syren voice doth such enchantment move , And though 170 POETICAL RHAPSODY . That he cannot leave ...
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... kill thee yet . - LOVER . Alas ! why so ? Thou want'st thy heart . - LOVER . Who stole that same away ? Love , whom thou serv'st ; entreat him if thou may . Come , Cupid , come . - CUPID . Who calleth me so oft ? LOVER . Thy vassal true ...
... kill thee yet . - LOVER . Alas ! why so ? Thou want'st thy heart . - LOVER . Who stole that same away ? Love , whom thou serv'st ; entreat him if thou may . Come , Cupid , come . - CUPID . Who calleth me so oft ? LOVER . Thy vassal true ...
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The Poetical Rhapsody: To Which Are Added, Several Other Pieces Francis Davison Недоступно для просмотра - 2019 |
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AMPHITRITE bear beauty beauty's blind breast bright burn Countess of Bath COUNTESS OF CUMBERLAND CUPID daughter death decay delight desire despair disdain Earl of Bath Earl of Bedford Earl's ears Elegy Elizabeth Elizabeth Russell ESQUIRE eyes face fair favour fear fire flame foes Fortune's fourth edition FRANCIS DAVISON frowns give glory grace Gray's Inn grief Harl hast hath hear heart heat heavenly Hengrave honour hope kill king Lady Lee Priory edition light lines live Lord love doth LOVE'S LOVER lute MADRIGAL married Mary Cornwallis Muses never night nought pain peace pity pleasure poem praise Prince Proteus PSALM reply rest scorn second edition shew shine sighs sight sing Sir Th Sir Thomas Kytson SONNET soul spring stanza sweet tears Tell thee thine thing thou thought thy looks title is omitted tongue true unto WILLIAM BOURCHIER
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Стр. 410 - 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. 414 - Tell zeal it wants devotion; Tell love it is but lust; Tell time it is but motion; Tell flesh it is but dust; And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie.
Стр. 415 - Tell arts they have no soundness. But vary by esteeming; Tell schools they want profoundness, And stand too much on seeming: If arts and schools reply, Give arts and schools the lie. Tell faith it's fled the city; Tell how the country erreth; Tell manhood shakes off pity ; Tell virtue least preferreth: And if they do reply, Spare not to give the lie.
Стр. 414 - Tell fortune of her blindness, Tell nature of decay, Tell friendship of unkindness, Tell justice of delay : And if they will reply, Then give them all the lie.
Стр. 287 - My Love in her attire doth show her wit, It doth so well become her : For every season she hath dressings fit, For Winter, Spring, and Summer. No beauty she doth miss When all her robes are on : But Beauty's self she is When all her robes are gone.
Стр. 411 - In tickle points of niceness; Tell wisdom she entangles Herself in over-wiseness: And when they do reply, Straight give them both the lie. "Tell physic of her boldness; Tell skill it is pretension; Tell charity of coldness; Tell law it is contention...
Стр. 283 - Like rich men that take pleasure In hiding, more than handling, treasure. By absence this good means I gain, That I can catch her Where none can watch her, In some close corner of my brain; There I embrace and kiss her, And so I both enjoy and miss her.
Стр. 247 - abroad was lated in the night, His wings were wet with ranging in the rain ; Harbour he sought, to me he took his flight, To dry his plumes : I heard the boy complain ; I oped the door, and granted his desire, I rose myself, and made the wag a fire.
Стр. 272 - At whose command the waves obey ; To whom the rivers tribute pay, Down the high mountains sliding ; To whom the scaly nation yields Homage for the crystal fields Wherein they dwell ; And every sea-god pays a gem Yearly out of his watery cell, To deck great Neptune's diadem.
Стр. 412 - Fear not to touch the best; The truth shall be thy warrant: Go, since I needs must die, And give the world the lie. Say to the court, it glows And shines like rotten wood; Say to the church it shows What's good, and doth no good: If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie. Tell potentates, they live Acting by others...