Specimens of the early English poets [ed. by G. Ellis.]. To which is prefixed an historical sketch of the rise and progress of the English poetry and language. By G. Ellis, Հատոր 31801 |
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... hope or fear , To have or lose this ordinary light , That when to elements his body turned were , He knew , that as those elements would fight , So his immortal soul should find above , With his Creator , peace , joy , truth , and love ...
... hope or fear , To have or lose this ordinary light , That when to elements his body turned were , He knew , that as those elements would fight , So his immortal soul should find above , With his Creator , peace , joy , truth , and love ...
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... like youth : he thirsts for age , He scorns to be his mother's page ; But when proceeding times assuage The former heat , he will complain , And wish those pleasant hours again . We know that Hope and Love are twins ; Hope [ 44 ]
... like youth : he thirsts for age , He scorns to be his mother's page ; But when proceeding times assuage The former heat , he will complain , And wish those pleasant hours again . We know that Hope and Love are twins ; Hope [ 44 ]
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English poets George Ellis. We know that Hope and Love are twins ; Hope gone , fruition now begins : But what is this ? unconstant , frail , In nothing sure , but sure to fail , Which , if we lose it , we bewail ; And when we have it ...
English poets George Ellis. We know that Hope and Love are twins ; Hope gone , fruition now begins : But what is this ? unconstant , frail , In nothing sure , but sure to fail , Which , if we lose it , we bewail ; And when we have it ...
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... hope springs up inflam'd with her new fires . No more an exile will I dwell , With folded arms and sighs all day , Reckoning the torments of my hell , And flinging my sweet joys away . I am call'd home again to quiet peace , My mistress ...
... hope springs up inflam'd with her new fires . No more an exile will I dwell , With folded arms and sighs all day , Reckoning the torments of my hell , And flinging my sweet joys away . I am call'd home again to quiet peace , My mistress ...
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... , Barr'd the hope of all the rest . LORDLY gallants , tell me this : Though my safe content you weigh not , In your greatness what one bliss Have you gain'd , that I enjoy not ? You have honours , you have wealth , I have [ 67 ]
... , Barr'd the hope of all the rest . LORDLY gallants , tell me this : Though my safe content you weigh not , In your greatness what one bliss Have you gain'd , that I enjoy not ? You have honours , you have wealth , I have [ 67 ]
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Specimens of the early English poets [ed. by G. Ellis.]. To which ..., Հատոր 3 English poets Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1801 |
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Էջ 225 - To ALTHEA FROM 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 fetter'd to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Էջ 23 - 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.
Էջ 96 - 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 43 - 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.
Էջ 198 - 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 180 - 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. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Էջ 129 - Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale when May is past, For in your sweet dividing throat She winters and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose, For in your beauty's orient deep These flowers as in their causes, sleep.
Էջ 56 - Cause I see a woman kind; Or a well disposed nature Joined with a lovely feature? Be she meeker, kinder, than Turtle-dove or pelican, If she be not so to me, What care I how kind she be?
Էջ 225 - When (like committed Linnets) I With shriller throat shall sing The sweetness, Mercy, Majesty, And glories of my King ; When I shall voice aloud, how Good He is, how Great should be ; Enlarged Winds that curl the Flood, Know no such Liberty.
Էջ 350 - scape, Rivals and Falsehood soon appear In a more dreadful shape. By such degrees to joy they come, And are so long withstood, So slowly they receive the sum, It hardly does them good. 'Tis cruel to prolong a pain; And to defer a joy, Believe me, gentle Celemene, Offends the winged boy.