Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed an Historical Sketch of the Rise and Progress of the English Poetry and Language, 3. kötetW. Bulmer and Company, 1803 - 458 oldal |
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... fear , Pleasing myself with phantasms sweet , Methinks the time runs very fleet . All my joys to this are folly , Nought so sweet as melancholy . When I lie waking , all alone , Recounting what I have ill done , My thoughts on me then ...
... fear , Pleasing myself with phantasms sweet , Methinks the time runs very fleet . All my joys to this are folly , Nought so sweet as melancholy . When I lie waking , all alone , Recounting what I have ill done , My thoughts on me then ...
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... Fear , discontent , and sorrows come . All my griefs to this are jolly , Nought so fierce as melancholy . I'll not change life with any king ; I ravish'd am ! can the world bring More joy , than still to laugh and smile , In pleasant ...
... Fear , discontent , and sorrows come . All my griefs to this are jolly , Nought so fierce as melancholy . I'll not change life with any king ; I ravish'd am ! can the world bring More joy , than still to laugh and smile , In pleasant ...
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... fears , And try them on herself she will . Take heed , sweet nymph , try not thy shaft ! Each little touch will prick the heart : Alas ! thou know'st not Cupid's craft , Revenge is joy , the end is smart . Yet try she will , and prick ...
... fears , And try them on herself she will . Take heed , sweet nymph , try not thy shaft ! Each little touch will prick the heart : Alas ! thou know'st not Cupid's craft , Revenge is joy , the end is smart . Yet try she will , and prick ...
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... fear so fair a hand . There be , who our delights despise As shadows , and vain fantasies . Those sons of earth , enthrall'd to sense , Condemn what is our excellence . The air , immortal souls , the skies , The angels in their ...
... fear so fair a hand . There be , who our delights despise As shadows , and vain fantasies . Those sons of earth , enthrall'd to sense , Condemn what is our excellence . The air , immortal souls , the skies , The angels in their ...
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... we sometimes the willow wear , By subtle swains that dare forswear , We wonder whence it comes , and fear They've been at court , and learnt it there . VOL . III . D WILLIAM ALEXANDER , OF MENSTRIE , EARL OF STERLINE , THOMAS HEYWOOD . 33.
... we sometimes the willow wear , By subtle swains that dare forswear , We wonder whence it comes , and fear They've been at court , and learnt it there . VOL . III . D WILLIAM ALEXANDER , OF MENSTRIE , EARL OF STERLINE , THOMAS HEYWOOD . 33.
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132. oldal - 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.
278. oldal - Enlarged winds that curl the flood Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage ; Minds innocent and quiet take That for a hermitage.
193. oldal - 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.
244. oldal - 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?
126. oldal - But Time did beckon to the flowers, and they By noon most cunningly did steal away, And wither'd in my hand. My hand was next to them, and then my heart ; I took, without more thinking, in good part Time's gentle admonition ; Who did so sweetly death's sad taste convey, Making my mind to smell my fatal day, Yet sugaring the suspicion.
277. oldal - Our hearts with loyal flames; When thirsty grief in wine we steep, When healths and draughts go free Fishes that tipple in the deep Know no such liberty.
277. oldal - 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.
276. oldal - 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.
252. oldal - Marched boldly up, like our trained band, Presented, and away. When all the meat was on the table What man of knife, or teeth, was able To stay to be intreated ? And this the very reason was Before the parson could say grace The company was seated.
222. oldal - 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.