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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... hope or fear To have or lose this ordinary light , That , when to elements his body turned were , He knew , that as those elements would fight , So his immortal soul should find above , With his Creator , peace , joy , truth , and love ...
... hope or fear To have or lose this ordinary light , That , when to elements his body turned were , He knew , that as those elements would fight , So his immortal soul should find above , With his Creator , peace , joy , truth , and love ...
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... Hope and Love are twins ; Hope gone , fruition now begins : But what is this ? unconstant , frail , In nothing sure , but sure to fail , Which , if we lose it , we bewail ; And when we have it , still we bear The worst of passions ...
... Hope and Love are twins ; Hope gone , fruition now begins : But what is this ? unconstant , frail , In nothing sure , but sure to fail , Which , if we lose it , we bewail ; And when we have it , still we bear The worst of passions ...
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... hope springs up inflam'd with her new fires . No more an exile will I dwell , With folded arms and sighs all day , Reckoning the torments of my hell , And flinging my sweet joys away . I am call'd home again to quiet peace ; My mistress ...
... hope springs up inflam'd with her new fires . No more an exile will I dwell , With folded arms and sighs all day , Reckoning the torments of my hell , And flinging my sweet joys away . I am call'd home again to quiet peace ; My mistress ...
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... a thousand lik'd , well - near ; And , in love with all together , Feared the enjoying either ; ' Cause to be of one possest , Barr'd the hope of all the rest . LORDLY gallants , tell me this : Though my safe GEORGE WITHER . 85.
... a thousand lik'd , well - near ; And , in love with all together , Feared the enjoying either ; ' Cause to be of one possest , Barr'd the hope of all the rest . LORDLY gallants , tell me this : Though my safe GEORGE WITHER . 85.
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... hope to see thee once again ! For why ? -thine equal knew I never For honest minds and active men : Where true religion better thrives , And God is worshipp'd with more zeal Where men will sooner spend their lives To good their king and ...
... hope to see thee once again ! For why ? -thine equal knew I never For honest minds and active men : Where true religion better thrives , And God is worshipp'd with more zeal Where men will sooner spend their lives To good their king and ...
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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.