Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed an Historical Sketch of the Rise and Progress of the English Poetry and Language, Հատոր 3W. Bulmer and Company, 1803 - 458 էջ |
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... thought highly of " the Anatomy " of Melancholy ; " see Boswell's Life ; and Mr. Warton in his notes to Milton's ... thoughts , expressions , and rhymes , " from the subsequent specimen . " As to the very elaborate work , " says Mr ...
... thought highly of " the Anatomy " of Melancholy ; " see Boswell's Life ; and Mr. Warton in his notes to Milton's ... thoughts , expressions , and rhymes , " from the subsequent specimen . " As to the very elaborate work , " says Mr ...
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... thoughts on me then tyrannise , Fear and sorrow me surprize ; Whether I tarry still , or go , Methinks the time moves very slow . All my griefs to this are jolly , Nought so sad as melancholy . " When to myself I act , and smile , With ...
... thoughts on me then tyrannise , Fear and sorrow me surprize ; Whether I tarry still , or go , Methinks the time moves very slow . All my griefs to this are jolly , Nought so sad as melancholy . " When to myself I act , and smile , With ...
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... thoughts may still my fancy move , I ever be in love ! So may All my joys to this are folly , Nought so sweet as melancholy . When I recount love's many frights , My sighs and tears , my waking nights , My jealous fits ; O mine bard ...
... thoughts may still my fancy move , I ever be in love ! So may All my joys to this are folly , Nought so sweet as melancholy . When I recount love's many frights , My sighs and tears , my waking nights , My jealous fits ; O mine bard ...
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... die , Led by her passions , so must I : For when of pleasure she doth sing , My thoughts enjoy a sudden spring ; But if she do of sorrow speak , E'en from my heart the strings do break . Of his Mistress's Face . AND would you see my [ 22 ]
... die , Led by her passions , so must I : For when of pleasure she doth sing , My thoughts enjoy a sudden spring ; But if she do of sorrow speak , E'en from my heart the strings do break . Of his Mistress's Face . AND would you see my [ 22 ]
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... thoughts my memory to wound , I call to mind thy looks , thy words , thy grace- Where thou didst haunt , yet I adore the ground ! And where thou stept - O sacred seems that place ! My solitary walks , my widow'd bed , My dreary sighs ...
... thoughts my memory to wound , I call to mind thy looks , thy words , thy grace- Where thou didst haunt , yet I adore the ground ! And where thou stept - O sacred seems that place ! My solitary walks , my widow'd bed , My dreary sighs ...
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Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed an ..., Հատոր 3 George Ellis Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1803 |
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Էջ 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.
Էջ 278 - Enlarged winds that curl the flood Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage ; Minds innocent and quiet take That for a hermitage.
Էջ 193 - 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.
Էջ 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?
Էջ 126 - But Time did beckon to the flowers, and they By noon most cunningly did steal away, And wither'd in my hand. My hand was next to them, and then my heart ; I took, without more thinking, in good part Time's gentle admonition ; Who did so sweetly death's sad taste convey, Making my mind to smell my fatal day, Yet sugaring the suspicion.
Էջ 277 - Our hearts with loyal flames; When thirsty grief in wine we steep, When healths and draughts go free Fishes that tipple in the deep Know no such liberty.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 276 - 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.
Էջ 252 - Marched boldly up, like our trained band, Presented, and away. When all the meat was on the table What man of knife, or teeth, was able To stay to be intreated ? And this the very reason was Before the parson could say grace The company was seated.
Էջ 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.