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, 1811 |
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... rest , Such a weight as no burthen was . Long their fix'd eyes to heaven bent , Unchanged , they did never move , As if so great and pure a love No glass but it could represent . When with a sweet though troubled look She first brake ...
... rest , Such a weight as no burthen was . Long their fix'd eyes to heaven bent , Unchanged , they did never move , As if so great and pure a love No glass but it could represent . When with a sweet though troubled look She first brake ...
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... rest of the comedy ) translated from the Dutch , may possibly be thought worth preserving , as a specimen of Batavian fancy . 66 Belchier died in the Low Countries , 1 2 1 , having , according to Wood , wrote several poems , and made ...
... rest of the comedy ) translated from the Dutch , may possibly be thought worth preserving , as a specimen of Batavian fancy . 66 Belchier died in the Low Countries , 1 2 1 , having , according to Wood , wrote several poems , and made ...
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... poorest fate ! Safe in my humble cottage will I rest ; And lifting up from my untainted breast A quiet spirit to heaven , securely live and blest . GILES FLETCHER , Brother of the preceding , was educated 54 PHINEAS FLETCHER .
... poorest fate ! Safe in my humble cottage will I rest ; And lifting up from my untainted breast A quiet spirit to heaven , securely live and blest . GILES FLETCHER , Brother of the preceding , was educated 54 PHINEAS FLETCHER .
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... seeks , of which possest , The wheels are fix'd , the motions rest , The flames in ashes lie opprest . This meteor , striving high to rise , ( The fuel spent ) falls down and dies . Why then should lovers ( most will say ) Expect [ 59 ]
... seeks , of which possest , The wheels are fix'd , the motions rest , The flames in ashes lie opprest . This meteor , striving high to rise , ( The fuel spent ) falls down and dies . Why then should lovers ( most will say ) Expect [ 59 ]
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... Rest , Prince , whose approach peace to all mortals brings , Indifferent host to shepherds and to kings ; Sole comforter of minds which are 4 opprest ! I 66 stormy . " 2 " bespangle with bright gold . " 3 " every thing save her who all ...
... Rest , Prince , whose approach peace to all mortals brings , Indifferent host to shepherds and to kings ; Sole comforter of minds which are 4 opprest ! I 66 stormy . " 2 " bespangle with bright gold . " 3 " every thing save her who all ...
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Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed an ..., Том 3 George Ellis Полный просмотр - 1803 |
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Стр. 244 - WHY so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Стр. 31 - Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow.
Стр. 278 - Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage ; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage : If I have freedom in my love, And in my soul am free, Angels alone that soar above Enjoy such liberty.
Стр. 275 - TELL me not, sweet, I am unkind, — That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field ; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you, too, shall adore ; I could not love thee, dear, so much. Loved I not honour more.
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. 132 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
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.
Стр. 63 - Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed save bats and owls! A midnight bell, a parting groan, These are the sounds we feed upon; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley; Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.