English Poetry, 40. kötetP. F. Collier & son, 1910 - 1508 oldal |
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... HEART'S DESIRE 256 ONE DAY I WROTE HER NAME UPON THE STRAND LIKE AS THE CULVER , ON THE BARED BOUGH 256 • · 257 WILLIAM HABINGTON TO ROSES IN THE BOSOM OF CASTARA Nox NOCTI INDICAT SCIENTIAM • • 257 258 CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE THE ...
... HEART'S DESIRE 256 ONE DAY I WROTE HER NAME UPON THE STRAND LIKE AS THE CULVER , ON THE BARED BOUGH 256 • · 257 WILLIAM HABINGTON TO ROSES IN THE BOSOM OF CASTARA Nox NOCTI INDICAT SCIENTIAM • • 257 258 CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE THE ...
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... HEART LICHT I WAD DEE . 409 JOSEPH ADDISON HYMN • 410 ALLAN RAMSAY PEGGY • 411 JOHN GAY LOVE IN HER EYES SITS PLAYING • 412 BLACK - EYED SUSAN · • 412 CAREY , HENRY SALLY IN OUR ALLEY 414 ALEXANDER POPE SOLITUDE . ON A CERTAIN LADY AT ...
... HEART LICHT I WAD DEE . 409 JOSEPH ADDISON HYMN • 410 ALLAN RAMSAY PEGGY • 411 JOHN GAY LOVE IN HER EYES SITS PLAYING • 412 BLACK - EYED SUSAN · • 412 CAREY , HENRY SALLY IN OUR ALLEY 414 ALEXANDER POPE SOLITUDE . ON A CERTAIN LADY AT ...
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... Hearts . Sick , 12 Lodged . 13 Full . 11 Distant saints . 14 Chance . Young shoots . 10 Known . 15 Fallen . That toward Caunterbury wolden ryde ; The chambres and the GEOFFREY CHAUCER THE PROLOGUE TO THE CANTERBURY TALES.
... Hearts . Sick , 12 Lodged . 13 Full . 11 Distant saints . 14 Chance . Young shoots . 10 Known . 15 Fallen . That toward Caunterbury wolden ryde ; The chambres and the GEOFFREY CHAUCER THE PROLOGUE TO THE CANTERBURY TALES.
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... heart's blood , And sair she gan to fear . " Hold up , hold up , Lord William , " she says , " For I fear that you are slain ; " " Tis naething but the shadow of my scarlet cloak , That shines in the water sae plain . " O they rade on ...
... heart's blood , And sair she gan to fear . " Hold up , hold up , Lord William , " she says , " For I fear that you are slain ; " " Tis naething but the shadow of my scarlet cloak , That shines in the water sae plain . " O they rade on ...
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... heart , And fell deid by her side . Lord Thomas was buried without kirkwa , Fair Annet within the quiere , And o the tane thair grew a birk , The other a bonny briere . And ay they grew , and ay they threw , As they wad faine be neare ...
... heart , And fell deid by her side . Lord Thomas was buried without kirkwa , Fair Annet within the quiere , And o the tane thair grew a birk , The other a bonny briere . And ay they grew , and ay they threw , As they wad faine be neare ...
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292. oldal - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
425. oldal - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen: Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
264. oldal - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
261. 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...
450. oldal - But knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Kich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll Chill penury repress'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul. " Full many a gem of purest ray serene. The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear ; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
300. oldal - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st...
452. oldal - For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour"d dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led. Some kindred spirit shall enquire thy fate,— Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
275. oldal - Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly, doctor-like, controlling skill, And simple truth miscall'd simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill : Tired with all these,...
453. oldal - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
399. oldal - Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow, While organs yet were mute, Timotheus, to his breathing flute And sounding lyre Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.