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And bound her brows with Idumaan palm ; Now , old , hath her last voyage made
, and brought To royal harbour this her sacred fraught : Who to her king
bequeathes the wealth of kings ; And dying , her own epicedium sings . Extract
from an ...
And bound her brows with Idumaan palm ; Now , old , hath her last voyage made
, and brought To royal harbour this her sacred fraught : Who to her king
bequeathes the wealth of kings ; And dying , her own epicedium sings . Extract
from an ...
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Wit she hath , without desire To make known how much she hath ; And her anger
flames no higher Than may fitly sweeten wrath ; Full of pity as may be , Though ,
perhaps , not so to me . Reason masters every sense , And her virtues grace her
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Wit she hath , without desire To make known how much she hath ; And her anger
flames no higher Than may fitly sweeten wrath ; Full of pity as may be , Though ,
perhaps , not so to me . Reason masters every sense , And her virtues grace her
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Page 112
Fear not your ships , : Nor any to oppose you , save our lips ; But come on shore ,
Where no joy dies till Love hath gotten more . For swelling waves , our panting
breasts , Where never storms arise , Exchange , and be a while our guests ; For ...
Fear not your ships , : Nor any to oppose you , save our lips ; But come on shore ,
Where no joy dies till Love hath gotten more . For swelling waves , our panting
breasts , Where never storms arise , Exchange , and be a while our guests ; For ...
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Let it fly as ' unconfin ' d As its calm ravisher the Wind ; Who hath left his darling
theast To wanton o ' er that spicy nest . Every tress must be confest But neatly
tangled at the best ; Like a clew of golden thread , Most excellently ravelled . Do
not ...
Let it fly as ' unconfin ' d As its calm ravisher the Wind ; Who hath left his darling
theast To wanton o ' er that spicy nest . Every tress must be confest But neatly
tangled at the best ; Like a clew of golden thread , Most excellently ravelled . Do
not ...
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My golden locks time hath to silver turn ' d . Anon . II . 402 . My heedless heart ,
which Love yet never knew . Watson . II . 310 . My love , I cannot thy rare beauties
place . Smith , II . My lute , awake , perform the last . Anon . II . 94 . My lute , be as
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My golden locks time hath to silver turn ' d . Anon . II . 402 . My heedless heart ,
which Love yet never knew . Watson . II . 310 . My love , I cannot thy rare beauties
place . Smith , II . My lute , awake , perform the last . Anon . II . 94 . My lute , be as
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Page 244 - WHY so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Page 31 - Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow.
Page 278 - Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage ; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage : If I have freedom in my love, And in my soul am free, Angels alone that soar above Enjoy such liberty.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 132 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 85 - 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?
Page 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.
Page 63 - Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed save bats and owls! A midnight bell, a parting groan, These are the sounds we feed upon; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley; Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.
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| Title | Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed, an Historical Sketch of the Rise and Progress of the English Poetry and Language, Volume 3 of Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed, an Historical Sketch of the Rise and Progress of the English Poetry and Language, George Ellis |
| Author | George Ellis |
| Edition | 4 |
| Publisher | Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1811 |
| Original from | the University of Michigan |
| Digitized | 21 Sep 2007 |
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