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" SINCE there's no help, come let us kiss and part. Nay, I have done, you get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again,... "
The Sonnet in England, & Other Essays - 26. oldal
szerző: James Ashcroft Noble - 1893 - 211 oldal
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Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed an ..., 1. kötet

George Ellis - 1803 - 468 oldal
...That's she alone, kind shepherd's boy, Let us to Daffodil. SONNET. [From " Idea."] SINCE there's no help, come let us kiss and part: Nay, I have done...From death to life thou might'st him yet recover. To his coy Luve. A CANZONET. I PRAY thee leave, love me no more, Call home the heart you gave me ;...

The Pleasures of Love: Being Amatory Poems, 806. kötet

G. W. Fitzwilliam - 1806 - 216 oldal
...live a living death ; Then do 1 love, and draw this weary breath. SONNET. BY DRAYTOV. OINCE there's no help, come let us kiss and part: Nay, I have done:...From death to life thou might'st him yet recover. A KISS. BY BEN JONSON. f OR love's sake kiss me once again, I long, and should not beg in vain —...

The lyre of love [ed. by P.L. Courtier].

Lyre - 1806 - 208 oldal
...Passion speechless lies ; When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death; And Innocence is closing up her eyes ; Now, if thou would'st, when all have given...From death to life, thou might'st him yet recover! SAMUEL DANIEL. 1592. Samuel Daniel, born at Taunton, 1562, had the felicity of being early noticed...

Select Beauties of Ancient English Poetry, 2. kötet

Henry Headley - 1810 - 236 oldal
...not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of Lore's latest breath, When his pulse failing, passion speechless...when all have given him over, From death to life thou ruight'st him yet recover. Dray ton, Son. 6l. TO HIS LUTE. JVlY Lute, be as thou wast, when thou didst...

Select Beauties of Ancient English Poetry, 2. kötet

Henry Headley - 1810 - 238 oldal
...one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of Love's latest breath, When his pulse railing, passion speechless lies, When Faith is kneeling by...From death to life thou might'st him yet recover. Drayton, Son. 6l. TO HIS LUTE. JVlY Lute, be as thou wast, when thou didst grow With thy green mother...

Laura: Or, An Anthology of Sonnets, (on the Petrarcan Model,) and ..., 2. kötet

1814 - 286 oldal
...more of me ; And I am glad; yea, glad with all my heart That thus so clearly I myself can free. 2. Shake hands for ever; cancel all our vows: And when...if thou wouldst, when all have given him over. From Deatl) to Life thou mightst him yet recover. 3. CXLIV. DI PETRARCA. (CCLXIII.) A L'AMORE. AMOR, che...

New elegant extracts; a selection from the most eminent British ..., 3. kötet

New elegant extracts - 1823 - 402 oldal
...Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And Innocence is closing up his eyes, Now, if thou wouldst,when all have given him over, From death to life thou mightst him yet recover. DRAYTON. WHEN to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh...

New Elegant Extracts: A Unique Selection from the Most Eminent ..., 3. kötet

Richard Alfred Davenport - 1823 - 470 oldal
...Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And Innocence is closing up his eyes, Now, if thou wouldst,when all have given him over, From death to life thou mightst him yet recover. DRAYTON. vOL. III. 8 S WHEN to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things...

The Pocket Magazine

1827 - 334 oldal
...love retain. Now, at the last gasp of love's latest breath, When his pulse failing, Passion sleepless lies, When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death,...From death to life, thou might'st him yet recover. MASSINGER'S MAID OF HONOUR. Camiola, the maid of honour, having freed her lover, Bertoldo (who was...

Specimens of English Sonnets

1833 - 240 oldal
...thee he sacrific'd his tears : Fair Arden, thou my Tempe art alone, MICHAEL DRAYTON. SINCE there's no help, come let us kiss and part ; Nay, I have done...From death to life thou might'st him yet recover. D HENRY CONSTABLE. MUCH sorrow in itself my love doth more, More my despair, to love a hopeless bliss...




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