Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed, an Historical Sketch of the Rise and Progress of the English Poetry and Language, with a Biography of Each Poet, &c, Том 3H. Washbourne, 1845 |
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... poor wretch , Into this unhappy error ; Which to plague , no tyrant's 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 your sweet ...
... poor wretch , Into this unhappy error ; Which to plague , no tyrant's 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 your sweet ...
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... poor fools that long to prove . " Tell me more , are women true ? " Yes , some are , and some as you . Some are willing , some are strange , Since you men first taught to change ; And , till troth · Be in both , All shall love , to love ...
... poor fools that long to prove . " Tell me more , are women true ? " Yes , some are , and some as you . Some are willing , some are strange , Since you men first taught to change ; And , till troth · Be in both , All shall love , to love ...
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... 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 . 59.
... 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 . 59.
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... 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 these the eager chase ...
... 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 these the eager chase ...
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... 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 As ...
... 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 As ...
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Стр. 176 - 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.
Стр. 25 - 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. 122 - 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. 204 - CAPTAIN or colonel, or knight in arms, Whose chance on these defenceless doors may seize, If deed of honour did thee ever please, Guard them, and him within protect from harms. He can requite thee, for he knows the charms That call fame on such gentle acts as these, And he can spread thy name o'er lands and seas, Whatever clime the sun's bright circle warms. Lift not thy spear against the Muses...
Стр. 255 - 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. 224 - ... lover? Prithee why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do't?
Стр. 256 - 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. 231 - The side that's next the sun. Her lips were red, and one was thin, Compar'd to that was next her chin (Some bee had stung it newly) ; But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face ; I durst no more upon them gaze Than on the sun in July.
Стр. 90 - The strange music of the waves Beating on these hollow caves, This black den which rocks emboss, Overgrown with eldest moss, The rude portals that give light More to terror than delight, This my chamber of neglect Walled about with disrespect, From all these and this dull air,— A fit object for despair, — She hath taught me, by her might, To draw comfort and delight.
Стр. 203 - 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.