Select Poets of Great Britain: To which are Prefixed, Criticial Notices of Each AuthorThomas Davison, 1825 - 562 oldal |
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... thou art so unconning , How darst thou put thyself in prees for drede ? It is wonder that thou wexest not rede , Sith that thou wost full lite who shall behold Thy rude langage full boistrously unfold . That whan a man was set on o ...
... thou art so unconning , How darst thou put thyself in prees for drede ? It is wonder that thou wexest not rede , Sith that thou wost full lite who shall behold Thy rude langage full boistrously unfold . That whan a man was set on o ...
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... Thou glader of the mount of Citheron , For thilke love thou haddest to Adon Have pitee on my bitter teres smert , And take myn humble praier at thin herte . " Alas ! Í ne have no langage to tell The effecte , ne the torment of min Hell ...
... Thou glader of the mount of Citheron , For thilke love thou haddest to Adon Have pitee on my bitter teres smert , And take myn humble praier at thin herte . " Alas ! Í ne have no langage to tell The effecte , ne the torment of min Hell ...
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... thou whilom brendest for desire Whanne that thou usedst the beautee Of fayre yonge Venus , freshe and free , And haddest hire in armes at thy wille : Although thee ones on a time misfille , Whan Vulcanus had caught thee in his las , And ...
... thou whilom brendest for desire Whanne that thou usedst the beautee Of fayre yonge Venus , freshe and free , And haddest hire in armes at thy wille : Although thee ones on a time misfille , Whan Vulcanus had caught thee in his las , And ...
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... thou so amorous ? What rownest thou with our maide ? benedicite , Sire olde lechour , let thy japes be . " And if I have a gossib , or a frend , ( Withouten gilt ) thou chidest as a fend , If that I walke or play unto his hous . " Thou ...
... thou so amorous ? What rownest thou with our maide ? benedicite , Sire olde lechour , let thy japes be . " And if I have a gossib , or a frend , ( Withouten gilt ) thou chidest as a fend , If that I walke or play unto his hous . " Thou ...
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... thou caught a false suspection : I wol him nat , though thou were ded to - morwe . " But tell me this , why hidest thou with sorwe The keies of thy chest away fro me ? It is my good as wel as thin parde , What , wenest thou make an ...
... thou caught a false suspection : I wol him nat , though thou were ded to - morwe . " But tell me this , why hidest thou with sorwe The keies of thy chest away fro me ? It is my good as wel as thin parde , What , wenest thou make an ...
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134. oldal - Virtue could see to do what virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk. And Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude ; Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i...
95. oldal - Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato, to unfold What worlds or what vast regions hold, The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook...
214. oldal - Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!
79. oldal - This my full rest shall be; England ne'er mourn for me, Nor more esteem me. Victor I will remain, Or on this earth lie slain; Never shall she sustain Loss to redeem me.
476. oldal - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
455. oldal - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
97. oldal - Before all temples the upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for thou know'st; thou from the first Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread, Dove-like, sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant: what in me is dark Illumine; what is low, raise and support; That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men.
151. oldal - Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds and other seas, Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
214. oldal - And, amazed, he stares around. Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise : See the snakes that they rear, How they hiss in their hair, And the sparkles that flash from their eyes Behold a ghastly band, Each a torch in his hand...
111. oldal - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.