Specimens of the British Poets: Chaucer, 1400, to Beaumont, 1628Thomas Campbell John Murray, 1819 |
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... A Description of such a one as he could love On his Return from Spain · From his Odes . - An earnest Suit to his unkind Mis- tress not to forsake him To his Mistress ib . 113 iv CONTENTS . He lamenteth that he had ever Cause CONTENTS.
... A Description of such a one as he could love On his Return from Spain · From his Odes . - An earnest Suit to his unkind Mis- tress not to forsake him To his Mistress ib . 113 iv CONTENTS . He lamenteth that he had ever Cause CONTENTS.
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Thomas Campbell. iv CONTENTS . He lamenteth that he had ever Cause to doubt his Lady's Faith • . HENRY HOWARD , EARL OF SURREY Description of Spring Page • 114 · 116 • 124 A Prisoner in Windsor Castle , he reflects on past • Happiness ...
Thomas Campbell. iv CONTENTS . He lamenteth that he had ever Cause to doubt his Lady's Faith • . HENRY HOWARD , EARL OF SURREY Description of Spring Page • 114 · 116 • 124 A Prisoner in Windsor Castle , he reflects on past • Happiness ...
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... cause of every maladie , Were it of cold , or hote , or moist , or drie , And wher engendred , and of what humour , He was a veray parfite practisour . The cause yknowe , and of his harm the rote , Anon he gave to the sikè man his bote ...
... cause of every maladie , Were it of cold , or hote , or moist , or drie , And wher engendred , and of what humour , He was a veray parfite practisour . The cause yknowe , and of his harm the rote , Anon he gave to the sikè man his bote ...
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... Cause of my sorrowe , roote of my heavinesse , That whilom were the sourse of my gladnèsse , When both our joyes by wille were so disposed , Under one key our hearts to be enclosed.- * * * * * * This is mine end , I may it not astarte ...
... Cause of my sorrowe , roote of my heavinesse , That whilom were the sourse of my gladnèsse , When both our joyes by wille were so disposed , Under one key our hearts to be enclosed.- * * * * * * This is mine end , I may it not astarte ...
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... cause which he was born to serve . In his tale of Squire Meldrum we lose sight of the reformer . It is a little romance , very amusing as a draught of Scottish chivalrous manners , apparently drawn from the life , and blending a ...
... cause which he was born to serve . In his tale of Squire Meldrum we lose sight of the reformer . It is a little romance , very amusing as a draught of Scottish chivalrous manners , apparently drawn from the life , and blending a ...
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Seite 283 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth "s unknown, although his height be taken.
Seite 160 - Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold; A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Seite 111 - Forget not yet the tried intent Of such a truth as I have meant ; My great travail so gladly spent, Forget not yet ! Forget not yet when first began The weary life ye know, since whan The suit, the service none tell can ; Forget not yet ! Forget not yet the great assays, The cruel wrong...
Seite 122 - The turtle to her make hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.
Seite 235 - With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin : All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love ! has she done this to thee ? What shall, alas ! become of me...
Seite 340 - So high in thoughts as I : You left a kiss Upon these lips then, which I mean to keep From you for ever. I did hear you talk Far above singing ! After you were gone, I grew acquainted with my heart, and search'd What stirr'd it so : Alas ! I found it love ; Yet far from lust ; for could I but have lived In presence of you, I had had my end.
Seite 219 - Tell zeal it lacks devotion, Tell love it is but lust, Tell time it is but motion, Tell flesh it is but dust ; And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie.
Seite 283 - When summer's breath their masked buds discloses : But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall fade, my verse distils your truth.
Seite 20 - And bathed every veyne in swich licour. Of which vertu engendred is the flour; Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth Inspired hath in every holt and heeth The tendre croppes...
Seite 283 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give ! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses ; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves.