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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... flames , which quench'd were with thy breath , a Can kindle now no more but in thy grave ! * * * SONG . [ From " Aurora . " ] OH would to God a way were found That by some secret sympathy unknown My fair my fancy's depth might sound ...
... flames , which quench'd were with thy breath , a Can kindle now no more but in thy grave ! * * * SONG . [ From " Aurora . " ] OH would to God a way were found That by some secret sympathy unknown My fair my fancy's depth might sound ...
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... flames , Who ne'er kept word in promis'd joy To lover , nor to loving dames . So all alike will constant prove , Both Fortune , running streams , and Love . EDWARD LORD HERBERT OF CHERBURY . This noble author is WM . HERBERT , EARL OF ...
... flames , Who ne'er kept word in promis'd joy To lover , nor to loving dames . So all alike will constant prove , Both Fortune , running streams , and Love . EDWARD LORD HERBERT OF CHERBURY . This noble author is WM . HERBERT , EARL OF ...
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... flame in likest hair ' ; Oft in a soft smooth skin doth close retire ; Oft in a smile ; oft in a silent tear : And if all fail , yet Virtue's self he'll hire . Himself's a dart , when nothing else can move : Who then the captive soul ...
... flame in likest hair ' ; Oft in a soft smooth skin doth close retire ; Oft in a smile ; oft in a silent tear : And if all fail , yet Virtue's self he'll hire . Himself's a dart , when nothing else can move : Who then the captive soul ...
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... flame I the bud and blossom am . Only bend thy knee to me , Thy wooing shall thy winning be ! See , see the flowers that below Now as fresh as morning blow , And of all the virgin rose , That as bright Aurora shows , How they all ...
... flame I the bud and blossom am . Only bend thy knee to me , Thy wooing shall thy winning be ! See , see the flowers that below Now as fresh as morning blow , And of all the virgin rose , That as bright Aurora shows , How they all ...
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... 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 ]
... 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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Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed an ..., Հատոր 3 George Ellis Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1803 |
Specimens of the Early English Poets,: To which is Prefixed, an Historical ... George Ellis Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1811 |
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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 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
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 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...
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 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?
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.
Էջ 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.