The Book of Gems: Chaucer to PriorSamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1836 |
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69. oldal
... Whilst round about them pleasauntly did sing Many faire ladies and lascivious boyes , That ever mixt their song with light licentious toyes . And all that while right over him she hong With her false eyes fast fixed in his sight , As ...
... Whilst round about them pleasauntly did sing Many faire ladies and lascivious boyes , That ever mixt their song with light licentious toyes . And all that while right over him she hong With her false eyes fast fixed in his sight , As ...
88. oldal
... Whilst yet those cleane - created thoughts , within The garden of your innocencies rest , Where are no motions of deformitie , Nor any doore at all to let them in . TO THE LADIE MARGARET , COUNTESSE OF CUMBERLAND . HE that of such a ...
... Whilst yet those cleane - created thoughts , within The garden of your innocencies rest , Where are no motions of deformitie , Nor any doore at all to let them in . TO THE LADIE MARGARET , COUNTESSE OF CUMBERLAND . HE that of such a ...
89. oldal
... whilst distraught ambition compasses And is incompast , whil'st as craft deceives And is deceived , whil'st man doth ransacke man , And builds on bloud , and rises by distresse , And th ' inheritance of desolation leaves To great ...
... whilst distraught ambition compasses And is incompast , whil'st as craft deceives And is deceived , whil'st man doth ransacke man , And builds on bloud , and rises by distresse , And th ' inheritance of desolation leaves To great ...
90. oldal
... Whilst all what Malice from without procures , Shewes her owne ougly heart , but hurts not yours . And whereas none rejoyce more in revenge Then women use to doe , yet you well know , That wrong is better checkt , by being contemn'd ...
... Whilst all what Malice from without procures , Shewes her owne ougly heart , but hurts not yours . And whereas none rejoyce more in revenge Then women use to doe , yet you well know , That wrong is better checkt , by being contemn'd ...
95. oldal
... Whilst that she her lover kils . Whilst that she ( O cruell mayd ) Doth me and my love despise , My lives florish is decayed , That depended on her eyes : But her will must be obeyed , And well he ends for love who dies . MICHAEL ...
... Whilst that she her lover kils . Whilst that she ( O cruell mayd ) Doth me and my love despise , My lives florish is decayed , That depended on her eyes : But her will must be obeyed , And well he ends for love who dies . MICHAEL ...
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221. oldal - Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings ; There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
106. oldal - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe.
138. oldal - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed : Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound.
267. oldal - He makes the figs our mouths to meet And throws the melons at our feet; But apples, plants of such a price, No tree could ever bear them twice.
271. oldal - Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the Flood, And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews.
227. oldal - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine ; Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage. But O, sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower ? Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what love did seek. Or call up him that left...
223. oldal - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequer'd shade...
267. oldal - Ambergris on shore. He cast (of which we rather boast) The Gospel's Pearl upon our Coast. And in these Rocks for us did frame A Temple, where to sound his Name. Oh let our Voice his Praise exalt, Till it arrive at Heaven's Vault : Which thence (perhaps) rebounding may Echo beyond the Mexique Bay.
200. oldal - Who would have thought my shrivelled heart Could have recovered greenness? It was gone Quite under ground; as flowers depart To see their mother-root, when they have blown; Where they together All the hard weather, Dead to the world, keep house unknown.
226. oldal - Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step and musing gait And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes; There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad, leaden, downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast.