The Book of Gems: Chaucer to PriorSamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1836 |
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... ..... 47. THE MUSE INSTRUCTING YOUTH ARTISTS . ENGRAVERS . Page W. H. Simmons ... 147 151 ......... 159 W. Finden E. Finden S. Sangster ......... 165 G. Paterson 175 E. Finden .. .................. . ...... 181 ............... ....... C ...
... ..... 47. THE MUSE INSTRUCTING YOUTH ARTISTS . ENGRAVERS . Page W. H. Simmons ... 147 151 ......... 159 W. Finden E. Finden S. Sangster ......... 165 G. Paterson 175 E. Finden .. .................. . ...... 181 ............... ....... C ...
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... youth , he was ' gay and loved pleasure ; " but in reviewing such of his writings as " sounen unto sin , " he is reported to have exclaimed " woe is me that I cannot recall and annul these things . " In maturer life , he was grave and ...
... youth , he was ' gay and loved pleasure ; " but in reviewing such of his writings as " sounen unto sin , " he is reported to have exclaimed " woe is me that I cannot recall and annul these things . " In maturer life , he was grave and ...
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... youth was passed at Windsor - where he " in lust and joy Wyth a kynges sonne his chyldy sh yeres dyd passe , " -with this " kinges sonne , " a natural son of Henry the Eighth , Surrey formed a beautiful friendship - studying together ...
... youth was passed at Windsor - where he " in lust and joy Wyth a kynges sonne his chyldy sh yeres dyd passe , " -with this " kinges sonne , " a natural son of Henry the Eighth , Surrey formed a beautiful friendship - studying together ...
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... youth had led me halfe the race That Cupides scourge had made me runne ; I looked back to meet the place , From whence my weary course begunne : And then I saw howe my desyre Misguiding me had led the waye , Myne eyne too greedy of ...
... youth had led me halfe the race That Cupides scourge had made me runne ; I looked back to meet the place , From whence my weary course begunne : And then I saw howe my desyre Misguiding me had led the waye , Myne eyne too greedy of ...
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... youth forwaste . Recounting which , how woulde he sob and shrike , And to be yong againe of Jove beseke . But and ... youth forpast , as though it wrought hym good To talke of youth , al wer his youth forgone , He would have mused , and ...
... youth forwaste . Recounting which , how woulde he sob and shrike , And to be yong againe of Jove beseke . But and ... youth forpast , as though it wrought hym good To talke of youth , al wer his youth forgone , He would have mused , and ...
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bear beauty Ben Jonson born breath brest Castara court dayes death delight desire doth Earl earth eche eyes face faire fame fancy farforth farre feare flame flowers fortune genius gentle GEORGE GASCOIGNE GILES FLETCHER give glory grace grene griefe hand happy hart hast hath heart heaven holy orders honour Hudibras Inner Temple Jonson king kisse labour lady LADY ANNE CLIFFORD light live look Lord love's lover mind Muse nature never night noble nought Oxford passed passion PHINEAS FLETCHER pleasure poems Poet poetry Poly-olbion pow'r praise Queen rest rich rose scorne seemd selfe shee Shepheard sighs sight sing Sir Philip Sidney song sonnets soul Spenser sunne sweet teares Tell thee theyre thine thing thinke thou art thought unto verse vertue wanton Westminster Abbey Whilst wight winds yeeld youth
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Seite 221 - Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings ; There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Seite 106 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Seite 138 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed : Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound.
Seite 267 - He makes the figs our mouths to meet And throws the melons at our feet; But apples, plants of such a price, No tree could ever bear them twice.
Seite 271 - Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the Flood, And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews.
Seite 227 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine ; Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage. But O, sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower ? Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what love did seek. Or call up him that left...
Seite 223 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequer'd shade...
Seite 267 - Ambergris on shore. He cast (of which we rather boast) The Gospel's Pearl upon our Coast. And in these Rocks for us did frame A Temple, where to sound his Name. Oh let our Voice his Praise exalt, Till it arrive at Heaven's Vault : Which thence (perhaps) rebounding may Echo beyond the Mexique Bay.
Seite 200 - Who would have thought my shrivelled heart Could have recovered greenness? It was gone Quite under ground; as flowers depart To see their mother-root, when they have blown; Where they together All the hard weather, Dead to the world, keep house unknown.
Seite 226 - Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step and musing gait And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes; There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad, leaden, downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast.