The Book of Gems: Chaucer to PriorSamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1836 |
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33. oldal
... thinke it may not be That I shoulde seke to fall From my felicitie . Desirous for to win , And loth for to forgoe , Or new change to begin ; How may all this be soe ? The fire it cannot frese , For it is not his kinde ; Nor true love ...
... thinke it may not be That I shoulde seke to fall From my felicitie . Desirous for to win , And loth for to forgoe , Or new change to begin ; How may all this be soe ? The fire it cannot frese , For it is not his kinde ; Nor true love ...
44. oldal
... thinke to be thy foe ? " Disdayn of my good wille . " Doth companye displease ? " Yea , surelye , many one . " Where doth Desire delight to live ? " He loves to live alone . " Doth either tyme or age Bringe him unto decaye ? " No , no ...
... thinke to be thy foe ? " Disdayn of my good wille . " Doth companye displease ? " Yea , surelye , many one . " Where doth Desire delight to live ? " He loves to live alone . " Doth either tyme or age Bringe him unto decaye ? " No , no ...
72. oldal
... thinke , doth not my soule possesse , Which looks too oft in his unflattering glasse : But one worse fault , ambition , I confesse , That makes me oft my best friends overpasse , Unseene , unheard , while thought to highest place Bends ...
... thinke , doth not my soule possesse , Which looks too oft in his unflattering glasse : But one worse fault , ambition , I confesse , That makes me oft my best friends overpasse , Unseene , unheard , while thought to highest place Bends ...
73. oldal
... Thinke nature me a man of armes did make ; How farre they shot awrie ! the true cause is , Stella look't on , and from her heav'nly face , Sent forth the beames which made so faire my race . O EYES ! which do the spheares of beautie ...
... Thinke nature me a man of armes did make ; How farre they shot awrie ! the true cause is , Stella look't on , and from her heav'nly face , Sent forth the beames which made so faire my race . O EYES ! which do the spheares of beautie ...
74. oldal
... thinke so still , so Stella knowe my minde , Professe , indeed , I do not , Cupid's art ; But you , faire maides , at length this true shall finde , That his right badge is but worne in the hart : Dumbe swannes , not chat'ring pies , do ...
... thinke so still , so Stella knowe my minde , Professe , indeed , I do not , Cupid's art ; But you , faire maides , at length this true shall finde , That his right badge is but worne in the hart : Dumbe swannes , not chat'ring pies , do ...
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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.