Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed, an Historical Sketch of the Rise and Progress of the English Poetry and Language,Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1811 |
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... Wood , “ with much ado to his " dying day . " The same writer adds , " He was an ex- " act mathematician , a curious calculator of nativities , a " general - read scholar , a thro ' - paced philologist , and one " that understood the ...
... Wood , “ with much ado to his " dying day . " The same writer adds , " He was an ex- " act mathematician , a curious calculator of nativities , a " general - read scholar , a thro ' - paced philologist , and one " that understood the ...
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... melancholy . When to myself I act , and smile , With pleasing thoughts the time beguile , By a brook - side , or wood so green , Unheard , unsought - for , or unseen , . A thousand pleasures do me bless , And crown ROBERT BURTON . 9.
... melancholy . When to myself I act , and smile , With pleasing thoughts the time beguile , By a brook - side , or wood so green , Unheard , unsought - for , or unseen , . A thousand pleasures do me bless , And crown ROBERT BURTON . 9.
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... Wood , in Corpus Christi College ; and in 1610 began his travels into the East , of which he published an account on his return a work much esteemed , having passed through many editions since the first in 1615. Wood says he was 68 an ...
... Wood , in Corpus Christi College ; and in 1610 began his travels into the East , of which he published an account on his return a work much esteemed , having passed through many editions since the first in 1615. Wood says he was 68 an ...
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... woods , floods , and springs , I shall them only show . Ah ! unaffected lines , True models of my heart ! The world may see that in you shines The power of passion , more than art . 39 WILLIAM HERBERT , EARL OF PEMBROKE . The character of.
... woods , floods , and springs , I shall them only show . Ah ! unaffected lines , True models of my heart ! The world may see that in you shines The power of passion , more than art . 39 WILLIAM HERBERT , EARL OF PEMBROKE . The character of.
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... Wood , " wrote several poems , and made other transla- tions . " WALKING in a shadowy grove , Near silver streams fair gliding , Where trees in ranks did grace those banks , And nymphs had their abiding ; Here as I staid , I saw a maid ...
... Wood , " wrote several poems , and made other transla- tions . " WALKING in a shadowy grove , Near silver streams fair gliding , Where trees in ranks did grace those banks , And nymphs had their abiding ; Here as I staid , I saw a maid ...
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Admet Æneid Anon Beaumont and Fletcher beauty beauty's Biographia Dramatica birds born breast breath Carew Castara chaste Chloris Corpus Christi College court Cupid dear death delight died disdain dost doth earth Edgar Atheling English Exeter College extracted eyes fair fancy fate fear flame Fletcher flowers folly FRANCIS BEAUMONT GILES FLETCHER grace grief happy hath hear heart heaven honour John Hall joys king kiss Laius language leave lips live lord lov'd Love's Love's cruelty lover maid MATTHEW STEVENSON melancholy mind miscellany mistress morning Muses ne'er never night nymph o'er Oxford passion Phillis Picts pleasure poems poet poetry praise pride printed reign rose Saxon says Wood scorn sighs sing smile SONG SONNET sorrow soul specimen spring stanzas star sweet taste tears tell thee thine thing thou art thought unto wanton weep Whilst wind wings youth
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Seite 84 - I how great she be? Great, or good, or kind, or fair, I will ne'er the more despair! If she love me, this believe, I will die ere she shall grieve! If she slight me, when I woo, I can scorn, and let her go! For if she be not for me, What care I for whom she be?
Seite 195 - ON A GIRDLE THAT which her slender waist confined Shall now my joyful temples bind : No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done.
Seite 251 - Her cheeks so rare a white was on, No daisy makes comparison, (Who sees them is undone), For streaks of red were mingled there, Such as are on a Catherine pear 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 194 - 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. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, — How...
Seite 277 - 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 390 - scape, Rivals and Falsehood soon appear In a more dreadful shape. By such degrees to joy they come, And are so long withstood, So slowly they receive the sum, It hardly does them good. 'Tis cruel to prolong a pain; And to defer a joy, Believe me, gentle Celemene, Offends the winged boy.
Seite 222 - 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.
Seite 73 - And Phoebus in his chair Ensaffroning sea and air Makes vanish every star: Night like a drunkard reels Beyond the hills to shun his flaming wheels: The fields...
Seite 290 - If I should tell the politic arts To take and keep men's hearts ; The letters, embassies, and spies, The frowns and smiles and flatteries, The quarrels, tears, and perjuries, (Numberless, nameless mysteries...
Seite 275 - 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.