The English Anthology ...Joseph Ritson C. Clarke, 1793 - 334 էջ "A selection of English poetry, in a chronological series, from the beginning of the sixteenth century (or, including an extract from Chaucer, from the latter part of the fourteenth) to the present time, upon a plan hitherto unattempted, at least in this country. ... No alteration (except in apparent mistakes) has been attempted either in the language or in the orthography, as as little as possible even in the punctuation, of the edition followed ... nor has any piece been inserted which had already appeared in "A Select Collection of English Songs," published in 1783"--Advertisement. |
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... fear of Jove . 30 Come , penfive nun , devout and pure , Sober , ftedfaft , and demure , 35 All in a robe of darkest grain , Flowing with majeftick train , And fable ftole of Cipres lawn , Over thy decent shoulders drawn . Com , but ...
... fear of Jove . 30 Come , penfive nun , devout and pure , Sober , ftedfaft , and demure , 35 All in a robe of darkest grain , Flowing with majeftick train , And fable ftole of Cipres lawn , Over thy decent shoulders drawn . Com , but ...
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... fear , I com to pluck your berries harsh and crude , And with forc'd fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year . 5 Bitter constraint , and fad occafion dear Compells me to disturb your feafon due : For Lycidas is dead ...
... fear , I com to pluck your berries harsh and crude , And with forc'd fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year . 5 Bitter constraint , and fad occafion dear Compells me to disturb your feafon due : For Lycidas is dead ...
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... fear ; 95 That bloud , which thou and thy great grandfire shed , And all that fince these fifter nations bled , Had been unfpilt , had happy Edward known That all the blood he spilt had been his own . 100 * Edward the third , and the ...
... fear ; 95 That bloud , which thou and thy great grandfire shed , And all that fince these fifter nations bled , Had been unfpilt , had happy Edward known That all the blood he spilt had been his own . 100 * Edward the third , and the ...
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... this act , to varnish o're the shame Of facriledge , must bear devotions name . No crime fo bold , but would be understood A real , or at leaft a feeming good : 125 Who fears not to do ill , yet fears the 62 DENHAM .
... this act , to varnish o're the shame Of facriledge , must bear devotions name . No crime fo bold , but would be understood A real , or at leaft a feeming good : 125 Who fears not to do ill , yet fears the 62 DENHAM .
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Joseph Ritson. Who fears not to do ill , yet fears the name , And free from conscience is a flave to fame : 130 Thus he the church at once protects , and spoils : But princes fwords are sharper than their ftiles ... fear DENHAM . 63.
Joseph Ritson. Who fears not to do ill , yet fears the name , And free from conscience is a flave to fame : 130 Thus he the church at once protects , and spoils : But princes fwords are sharper than their ftiles ... fear DENHAM . 63.
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againſt beauty bleft Born breaſt cauſe charms cloſe Cynthus DAPHNIS defire deſpair doth dyed e'er eaſe Ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fafe fair falutes fame fate fear fecret feems fhade fhall fide fighs fight filence filk fing firſt flame flow foft fome fong foon forrow foul freſh ftill fuch fudden fung fwain fweet grace groves hath heart heav'n himſelf HOBBINOL inſpire itſelf kings laft LANQUET laſt lefs loft lov'd Lycidas maid MICHAEL DRAYTON mind moffy moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt night numbers Nut-brown Maid nymph o'er paffion paſs paſt pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe purſue raiſe reft reſt rife roſes ſcene ſeen ſhade ſhall ſhape ſhe ſhore ſhould ſhow ſkies ſkill ſky ſome ſpread ſpring ſtate ſtill ſtrain ſtream ſweet tears thee theſe thine thoſe thou thouſand thro Twas uſe verſe Whilft whofe whoſe winds wiſh youth
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Էջ 35 - Sometimes, with secure delight, The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade; And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday, Till the livelong daylight fail...
Էջ 39 - Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom...
Էջ 43 - Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas* is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer : Who would not sing for Lycidas ? He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
Էջ 33 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Էջ 118 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure ; Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure ; Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again ; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.
Էջ 46 - O fountain Arethuse, and thou honoured flood, Smooth-sliding Mincius, crowned with vocal reeds, That strain I heard was of a higher mood ! But now my oat proceeds, And listens to the Herald of the Sea That came in Neptune's plea.
Էջ 44 - For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock by fountain, shade, and rill. Together both, ere the high lawns appeared Under the opening eyelids of the morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn...
Էջ 117 - Flushed with a purple grace He shows his honest face: Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes! Bacchus , ever fair and young , Drinking joys did first ordain : Bacchus...
Էջ 46 - The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played. It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.
Էջ 49 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed. And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...