Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed, an Historical Sketch of the Rise and Progress of the English Poetry and Language, with a Biography of Each Poet, &c, Band 3H. Washbourne, 1845 |
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... less danger too . Those that delight in dainties store One stomach feed at once , no more : And , when with homely fare we feast , With us it doth as well digest ; And many times we better speed , For our wild fruits no surfeits breed ...
... less danger too . Those that delight in dainties store One stomach feed at once , no more : And , when with homely fare we feast , With us it doth as well digest ; And many times we better speed , For our wild fruits no surfeits breed ...
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... less your fairest mind invade : Were not our souls immortal made , Our equal loves can make them such . " The following Epitaph on himself ( which is not noticed in Walpole's Life of Lord Herbert ) is too characteristic of the writer ...
... less your fairest mind invade : Were not our souls immortal made , Our equal loves can make them such . " The following Epitaph on himself ( which is not noticed in Walpole's Life of Lord Herbert ) is too characteristic of the writer ...
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... Less my substance , less my share In my fear and in my care . Thus to love , and thus to live , Thus to take , and thus to give , Thus to laugh , and thus to sing , Thus to mount on pleasure's wing , Thus to sport , and thus to speed ...
... Less my substance , less my share In my fear and in my care . Thus to love , and thus to live , Thus to take , and thus to give , Thus to laugh , and thus to sing , Thus to mount on pleasure's wing , Thus to sport , and thus to speed ...
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... less were deified . Wit she hath , without desire To make known how much she hath ; And her anger flames no higher Than may fitly sweeten wrath ; Full of pity as may be , Though , perhaps , not so to me . Reason masters every sense ...
... less were deified . Wit she hath , without desire To make known how much she hath ; And her anger flames no higher Than may fitly sweeten wrath ; Full of pity as may be , Though , perhaps , not so to me . Reason masters every sense ...
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... less than ten thou- sand copies of his poems were sold ; a circumstance which proves the religious zeal , much more than the good taste ,! of his contemporaries . There is less reason to wonder at the popularity of his " Priest to the ...
... less than ten thou- sand copies of his poems were sold ; a circumstance which proves the religious zeal , much more than the good taste ,! of his contemporaries . There is less reason to wonder at the popularity of his " Priest to the ...
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Seite 176 - Go, lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Seite 25 - 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.
Seite 122 - 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.
Seite 204 - CAPTAIN or colonel, or knight in arms, Whose chance on these defenceless doors may seize, If deed of honour did thee ever please, Guard them, and him within protect from harms. He can requite thee, for he knows the charms That call fame on such gentle acts as these, And he can spread thy name o'er lands and seas, Whatever clime the sun's bright circle warms. Lift not thy spear against the Muses...
Seite 255 - TELL me not, sweet, I am unkind, — That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field ; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you, too, shall adore ; I could not love thee, dear, so much. Loved I not honour more.
Seite 224 - ... lover? Prithee why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do't?
Seite 256 - 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 fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Seite 231 - The side that's next the sun. Her lips were red, and one was thin, Compar'd to that was next her chin (Some bee had stung it newly) ; But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face ; I durst no more upon them gaze Than on the sun in July.
Seite 90 - The strange music of the waves Beating on these hollow caves, This black den which rocks emboss, Overgrown with eldest moss, The rude portals that give light More to terror than delight, This my chamber of neglect Walled about with disrespect, From all these and this dull air,— A fit object for despair, — She hath taught me, by her might, To draw comfort and delight.
Seite 203 - 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.