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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... heart and soul ensconce . All my griefs to this are jolly , None so sour as melancholy . Methinks I hear , methinks I see Sweet music , wondrous melody , Towns , palaces , and cities fine , Here now , then there , the world is mine ...
... heart and soul ensconce . All my griefs to this are jolly , None so sour as melancholy . Methinks I hear , methinks I see Sweet music , wondrous melody , Towns , palaces , and cities fine , Here now , then there , the world is mine ...
15. oldal
... heart must rule , the head obey . What boots the cunning pilot's skill , To tell which way to shape their course , When he that steers will have his will , And drive them where he list perforce ! So Reason shews the truth in vain Where ...
... heart must rule , the head obey . What boots the cunning pilot's skill , To tell which way to shape their course , When he that steers will have his will , And drive them where he list perforce ! So Reason shews the truth in vain Where ...
17. oldal
... heart's self - guilty terror . Then , O then ! let that suffice , Your dear eyes Need not , need not more afflict me ; Nor your sweet tongue dipt in gall Need at all From your presence interdict me . By my love , long , firm , and true ...
... heart's self - guilty terror . Then , O then ! let that suffice , Your dear eyes Need not , need not more afflict me ; Nor your sweet tongue dipt in gall Need at all From your presence interdict me . By my love , long , firm , and true ...
19. oldal
... heart , That to the ground he fell with pain ; Yet up again forthwith he start , And to the nymph he ran amain . Amaz'd to see so strange a sight , She shot , and shot , but all in vain ; The more his wounds , the more his might ...
... heart , That to the ground he fell with pain ; Yet up again forthwith he start , And to the nymph he ran amain . Amaz'd to see so strange a sight , She shot , and shot , but all in vain ; The more his wounds , the more his might ...
20. oldal
... heart : Alas ! thou know'st not Cupid's craft , Revenge is joy , the end is smart . Yet try she will , and prick some bare ; Her hands were glov'd , and next to hand Was that fair breast , that breast so rare , That made the shepherd ...
... heart : Alas ! thou know'st not Cupid's craft , Revenge is joy , the end is smart . Yet try she will , and prick some bare ; Her hands were glov'd , and next to hand Was that fair breast , that breast so rare , That made the shepherd ...
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Specimens of the Early English Poets,: To Which Is Prefixed an ..., 3. kötet George Ellis Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016 |
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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.