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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... 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 . Wake from thy nest , robin - red ...
... 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 . Wake from thy nest , robin - red ...
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... their fleeces gold . Our music from the birds we borrow , They bidding us , we them , good - morrow . Our habits are but coarse and plain , Yet they defend from wind and rain ; As warm too , in an equal eye , As 26 REIGN OF JAMES I.
... their fleeces gold . Our music from the birds we borrow , They bidding us , we them , good - morrow . Our habits are but coarse and plain , Yet they defend from wind and rain ; As warm too , in an equal eye , As 26 REIGN OF JAMES I.
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... Of the wish'd bridegroom of the earth . The well - accorded birds did sing Their hymns unto the pleasant time , And in a sweet consorted chime Did welcome in the cheerful spring . To which , soft whistles of the wind , And D 2 35.
... Of the wish'd bridegroom of the earth . The well - accorded birds did sing Their hymns unto the pleasant time , And in a sweet consorted chime Did welcome in the cheerful spring . To which , soft whistles of the wind , And D 2 35.
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... wind , And warbling murmurs of a brook , And varied notes of leaves that shook , And harmony of parts did bind . When , with a love none can express , That mutually happy pair , Melander and Celinda fair , The season with their loves ...
... wind , And warbling murmurs of a brook , And varied notes of leaves that shook , And harmony of parts did bind . When , with a love none can express , That mutually happy pair , Melander and Celinda fair , The season with their loves ...
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... winds rocks their whistling voices tear : On craggy Or when the sea , if stopt his course he finds , With broken murmurs thinks weak shores to fear , Scorning such sandy cords his proud head binds : More than where rivers in the summer ...
... winds rocks their whistling voices tear : On craggy Or when the sea , if stopt his course he finds , With broken murmurs thinks weak shores to fear , Scorning such sandy cords his proud head binds : More than where rivers in the summer ...
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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.