Specimens of the early English poets [ed. by G. Ellis.]. To which is prefixed an historical sketch of the rise and progress of the English poetry and language. By G. Ellis, 3. kötet1801 |
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6. oldal
... things foreknown , When I build castles in the air , Void of sorrow , and void of 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 ...
... things foreknown , When I build castles in the air , Void of sorrow , and void of 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 ...
22. oldal
... things , All that cut the air with wings , Ye who awful sceptres sway , Ye , inured to obey , Princes , judges of the earth , All , of high or humble birth , Youths , and virgins , flourishing In the beauty of your spring ; Ye who bow ...
... things , All that cut the air with wings , Ye who awful sceptres sway , Ye , inured to obey , Princes , judges of the earth , All , of high or humble birth , Youths , and virgins , flourishing In the beauty of your spring ; Ye who bow ...
27. oldal
... thing , to ease my mind , some help affords : I fancy whiles thy form - and then a - fire , In every sound I apprehend thy words . Then , with such thoughts my memory to wound , I call to mind thy looks , thy words , thy grace- Where ...
... thing , to ease my mind , some help affords : I fancy whiles thy form - and then a - fire , In every sound I apprehend thy words . Then , with such thoughts my memory to wound , I call to mind thy looks , thy words , thy grace- Where ...
31. oldal
... things , Mounts , vales , woods , floods , and springs , I shall them only show . Ah ! unaffected lines , True models of my heart ; The world may see that in you shines The power of passion , more than art . WILLIAM HERBERT , EARL OF ...
... things , Mounts , vales , woods , floods , and springs , I shall them only show . Ah ! unaffected lines , True models of my heart ; The world may see that in you shines The power of passion , more than art . WILLIAM HERBERT , EARL OF ...
37. oldal
... things the King of Kings " Blest lawful marriage . " - With that she rose , like nimble roe , The tender grass scarce bending , And left me there , perplex'd with fear , At this her sonnet's ending . I thought to move this dame to love ...
... things the King of Kings " Blest lawful marriage . " - With that she rose , like nimble roe , The tender grass scarce bending , And left me there , perplex'd with fear , At this her sonnet's ending . I thought to move this dame to love ...
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225. oldal - To ALTHEA FROM 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 fetter'd to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
23. oldal - Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow.
96. 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.
43. oldal - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.
198. 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?
180. 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 thee long.
129. oldal - Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale when May is past, For in your sweet dividing throat She winters and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose, For in your beauty's orient deep These flowers as in their causes, sleep.
56. oldal - Cause I see a woman kind; Or a well disposed nature Joined with a lovely feature? Be she meeker, kinder, than Turtle-dove or pelican, If she be not so to me, What care I how kind she be?
225. oldal - When (like committed Linnets) I With shriller throat shall sing The sweetness, Mercy, Majesty, And glories of my King ; When I shall voice aloud, how Good He is, how Great should be ; Enlarged Winds that curl the Flood, Know no such Liberty.
350. oldal - scape, Rivals and Falsehood soon appear In a more dreadful shape. By such degrees to joy they come, And are so long withstood, So slowly they receive the sum, It hardly does them good. 'Tis cruel to prolong a pain; And to defer a joy, Believe me, gentle Celemene, Offends the winged boy.