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 - English poetry |
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... as melancholy . When to myself I act , and smile , With pleasing thoughts the time beguile , By a brook - side , or wood so green , Unheard , unsought - for , or unseen , A thousand pleasures do me bless , And crown my ROBERT BURTON .
... as melancholy . When to myself I act , and smile , With pleasing thoughts the time beguile , By a brook - side , or wood so green , Unheard , unsought - for , or unseen , A thousand pleasures do me bless , And crown my ROBERT BURTON .
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... smile , In pleasant toys time to beguile ? Do not , O do not trouble me , So sweet content I feel and see . All my joys to this are folly , None so divine as melancholy . I'll change my state with any wretch Thou canst from jail or ...
... smile , In pleasant toys time to beguile ? Do not , O do not trouble me , So sweet content I feel and see . All my joys to this are folly , None so divine as melancholy . I'll change my state with any wretch Thou canst from jail or ...
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... smiles you answer me again , That lovers true must bear , and hold their peace . Dear , I will bear , and hold my peace , if you Will hold your peace , and bear what I shall do . Desires Government . WHERE Wit is over - rul'd by [ 14 ]
... smiles you answer me again , That lovers true must bear , and hold their peace . Dear , I will bear , and hold my peace , if you Will hold your peace , and bear what I shall do . Desires Government . WHERE Wit is over - rul'd by [ 14 ]
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... smiles , Pleasing , though it kill the whiles , Where death and love , in pretty wiles , Each other mutually beguiles . It is fair beauty's freshest youth : It is the feigned Elysium's truth , The spring that winter'd hearts renew'th ...
... smiles , Pleasing , though it kill the whiles , Where death and love , in pretty wiles , Each other mutually beguiles . It is fair beauty's freshest youth : It is the feigned Elysium's truth , The spring that winter'd hearts renew'th ...
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... never means to see again . And so does Fortune use to smile Upon the short - liv'd favourite's face , Whose swelling hopes she doth beguile , And always casts him in the race . And so doth the fantastic boy , The god of [ 40 ]
... never means to see again . And so does Fortune use to smile Upon the short - liv'd favourite's face , Whose swelling hopes she doth beguile , And always casts him in the race . And so doth the fantastic boy , The god of [ 40 ]
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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.