Specimens of the British Poets ...W. Suttaby, 1809 |
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v. oldal
... Sonnets . From Tascane came my Lady's 91 Set me e'en where the Sun doth parch Alas ! so all things now do hold LORD ... Sonnet . On a day , ( alack the day A 2 ДИЗМАРИЛЗИЦА.
... Sonnets . From Tascane came my Lady's 91 Set me e'en where the Sun doth parch Alas ! so all things now do hold LORD ... Sonnet . On a day , ( alack the day A 2 ДИЗМАРИЛЗИЦА.
vi. oldal
... Sonnet . - Whence comes my love . SIR PHILIP SYDNEY . 1554-1586 . Sonnets . Faint amorist ! what , dost thou think In a grove most rich of shade Song . Who is it that this dark night . - 16 17 18 20 Sonnets . - Lock up , fair lids O ...
... Sonnet . - Whence comes my love . SIR PHILIP SYDNEY . 1554-1586 . Sonnets . Faint amorist ! what , dost thou think In a grove most rich of shade Song . Who is it that this dark night . - 16 17 18 20 Sonnets . - Lock up , fair lids O ...
vii. oldal
... Sonnets . - Fair is my love 64 The doubt which ye misdeem · 65 Rudely thou wrongest ib . Fresh Spring , the herald 66 Like as a huntsman ib . JOHN DONNE . 1573-1631 . Send home my long - stray'd eyes ( JAMES 1 ) GEORGE WITHER . 1588 ...
... Sonnets . - Fair is my love 64 The doubt which ye misdeem · 65 Rudely thou wrongest ib . Fresh Spring , the herald 66 Like as a huntsman ib . JOHN DONNE . 1573-1631 . Send home my long - stray'd eyes ( JAMES 1 ) GEORGE WITHER . 1588 ...
viii. oldal
... Sonnets . - To Sleep To his Lute To the Nightingale Thrice happy he 79 · ib . 80 ib . Sweet spring 81 To the Nightingale ib . Trust not , sweet Soul 82 Sweet Soul ib . 83 Song . - Phœbus , arise . THOMAS HEYWOOD . 1580-16- . Shepherd's ...
... Sonnets . - To Sleep To his Lute To the Nightingale Thrice happy he 79 · ib . 80 ib . Sweet spring 81 To the Nightingale ib . Trust not , sweet Soul 82 Sweet Soul ib . 83 Song . - Phœbus , arise . THOMAS HEYWOOD . 1580-16- . Shepherd's ...
ix. oldal
... 103 -104 RICHARD LOVELACE . 1618-1658 . Sonnet . - When love , with unconfined wings 107 Songs . Why dost thou say I am forsworn Amarantha , sweet and fair bison 108 - mib , E. SHERBURNE . 1618-1702 . Extract from the Sun - CONTENTS ix.
... 103 -104 RICHARD LOVELACE . 1618-1658 . Sonnet . - When love , with unconfined wings 107 Songs . Why dost thou say I am forsworn Amarantha , sweet and fair bison 108 - mib , E. SHERBURNE . 1618-1702 . Extract from the Sun - CONTENTS ix.
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Arachne azure rays beauteous beauty birds breast breath bright Castara charms Corydon crown'd Cupid dear death delight dight doth e'er earth eccho ring eyes face fair fame fancy fate fear flame flowers gentle GEORGE GASCOIGNE give goddess golden goodly grace grief ground hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven heavenly Hecat's honour Hymen Jove king kiss light live lov'd love's lovely band lover Lubberkin lute lyre maid mighty mind Muse ne'er never night numbers Nut-brown Maid nymph o'er Pallas passion pity pleasures poets praise pride rage rose shade shepherd shine sighs sight sing sleep smile soft SONG SONNETS sorrow soul spide sung swain sweet tears Tell Tereu thee thine things thou art thou dost thought Twas unto vermil virtue wanton ween Whilst wind wings woods youth
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216. oldal - Jubal struck the chorded shell, His listening brethren stood around, And, wondering, on their faces fell, To worship that celestial sound. Less than a God they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well.
183. 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...
38. oldal - There will we sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals.
18. oldal - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted...
40. oldal - Say to the court, it glows, And shines like rotten wood; Say to the church, it shows What's good, and doth no good. If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie. Tell potentates they live Acting by others' action; Not loved unless they give, Not strong but by a faction.
210. oldal - TwAS at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son: Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate On his imperial throne...
190. 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. Hail bounteous May that dost inspire Mirth and youth, and warm desire; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish...
216. oldal - From harmony, from heavenly harmony This universal frame began ; When Nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high, Arise, ye more than dead.
182. oldal - Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing; And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure; But first, and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The cherub Contemplation...
223. oldal - FAR in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew ; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well : Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.