English Poetry, 40. kötetP. F. Collier & son, 1910 - 1508 oldal |
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213. oldal
... praise is due : Only in you , my song begins and endeth . Who hath the eyes which marry State with Pleasure ? Who keeps the key of Nature's chiefest treasure ? To you ! to you ! all song of praise is due : Only for you , the heaven ...
... praise is due : Only in you , my song begins and endeth . Who hath the eyes which marry State with Pleasure ? Who keeps the key of Nature's chiefest treasure ? To you ! to you ! all song of praise is due : Only for you , the heaven ...
214. oldal
... praise is due : Only through you , the tree of life doth flourish . Who hath the hand , which without stroke subdueth ? Who long - dead beauty with increase reneweth ? To you ! to you ! all song of praise is due : Only at you , all envy ...
... praise is due : Only through you , the tree of life doth flourish . Who hath the hand , which without stroke subdueth ? Who long - dead beauty with increase reneweth ? To you ! to you ! all song of praise is due : Only at you , all envy ...
220. oldal
... doth make a game . Love , let me cull her choicest flowers ; And pity me , and calm her eye ; Make soft her heart , dissolve her lowers ; Then will I praise thy deity . But if thou do not , Love , I'll truly 220 THOMAS LODGE PHILLIS.
... doth make a game . Love , let me cull her choicest flowers ; And pity me , and calm her eye ; Make soft her heart , dissolve her lowers ; Then will I praise thy deity . But if thou do not , Love , I'll truly 220 THOMAS LODGE PHILLIS.
221. oldal
... love is fair , etc. Enone . My love can pipe , my love can sing , My love can many a pretty thing , And of his lovely praises ring My merry , merry , merry roundelays Amen to Cupid's GEORGE PEELE 221 GEORGE PEELE PARIS AND ENONE.
... love is fair , etc. Enone . My love can pipe , my love can sing , My love can many a pretty thing , And of his lovely praises ring My merry , merry , merry roundelays Amen to Cupid's GEORGE PEELE 221 GEORGE PEELE PARIS AND ENONE.
225. oldal
... praise . Make me to say when all my griefs are gone , Happy the heart that sighed for such a one ! VII Let others sing of Knights and Paladines In agèd accents and untimely words , Paint shadows in imaginary lines , Which well the reach ...
... praise . Make me to say when all my griefs are gone , Happy the heart that sighed for such a one ! VII Let others sing of Knights and Paladines In agèd accents and untimely words , Paint shadows in imaginary lines , Which well the reach ...
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Népszerű szakaszok
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.