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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... raise : For he , by poems that he did compile , Led in triumph Love , Chastness , Death , and Fame : But thou triumphs o'er Petrarch's proper name ! Signed " J. Rex . " • ROBERT BURTON , Otherwise known by the name of [ 6 ]
... raise : For he , by poems that he did compile , Led in triumph Love , Chastness , Death , and Fame : But thou triumphs o'er Petrarch's proper name ! Signed " J. Rex . " • ROBERT BURTON , Otherwise known by the name of [ 6 ]
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... None so divine as melancholy . I'll change my state with any wretch Thou canst from jail or dunghill fetch . My pain past cure ; another hell ; I may not in this torment dwell ; Now , desperate , I hate my life : Lend 12 ROBERT BURTON .
... None so divine as melancholy . I'll change my state with any wretch Thou canst from jail or dunghill fetch . My pain past cure ; another hell ; I may not in this torment dwell ; Now , desperate , I hate my life : Lend 12 ROBERT BURTON .
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... thou know'st not Cupid's craft , Revenge is joy , the end is smart . Yet try she will , and prick some bare ; Her hands were glov'd , and next to hand Was that fair breast , that breast so rare , That made the shepherd senseless stand ...
... thou know'st not Cupid's craft , Revenge is joy , the end is smart . Yet try she will , and prick some bare ; Her hands were glov'd , and next to hand Was that fair breast , that breast so rare , That made the shepherd senseless stand ...
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... thou who went'st along in all my way To where the Morning with perfumed wings From the high mountains of Panchæa springs ; To that new - found - out world , where sober Night Takes from th ' Antipodes her silent flight ; To those dark ...
... thou who went'st along in all my way To where the Morning with perfumed wings From the high mountains of Panchæa springs ; To that new - found - out world , where sober Night Takes from th ' Antipodes her silent flight ; To those dark ...
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... thou preserv'd'st my life . ' * * * Thou sav'd'st me from the bloody massacres Of faithless Indians , from their treacherous wars , From raging fevers , from the sultry breath Of tainted air , which cloy'd the jaws of death . Preserv'd ...
... thou preserv'd'st my life . ' * * * Thou sav'd'st me from the bloody massacres Of faithless Indians , from their treacherous wars , From raging fevers , from the sultry breath Of tainted air , which cloy'd the jaws of death . Preserv'd ...
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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.