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Page 36
And , to content my languishing desire , To ease my mind each thing 4 some help
affords : Thy fancied form doth oft s such faith acquire , That in all sounds ? I
apprehend thy words . Then , with such thoughts my memory to wound , I call to ...
And , to content my languishing desire , To ease my mind each thing 4 some help
affords : Thy fancied form doth oft s such faith acquire , That in all sounds ? I
apprehend thy words . Then , with such thoughts my memory to wound , I call to ...
Page 73
... and to kings ; Sole comforter of minds which are 4 opprest ! I “ stormy . ” 2 “
bespangle with bright gold . ” 3 “ every thing save her who all should grace . " 4 “
with grief . ” Lo ! by thy charming rod all breathing things Lie WILLIAM
DRUMMOND .
... and to kings ; Sole comforter of minds which are 4 opprest ! I “ stormy . ” 2 “
bespangle with bright gold . ” 3 “ every thing save her who all should grace . " 4 “
with grief . ” Lo ! by thy charming rod all breathing things Lie WILLIAM
DRUMMOND .
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What thing is Beauty , Nature ' s dearest minion ? The snare of Youth ; like the
inconstant moon , Waxing and waning ; error of opinion ; A morning ' s flower that
withereth ere noon ; A swelling fruit , no sooner ripe than rotten , Which sickness
...
What thing is Beauty , Nature ' s dearest minion ? The snare of Youth ; like the
inconstant moon , Waxing and waning ; error of opinion ; A morning ' s flower that
withereth ere noon ; A swelling fruit , no sooner ripe than rotten , Which sickness
...
Page 156
Waller is s too exclusively considered as the first map who brought “ versification
to any thing like its present standard . “ Carew ' s pretensions to the same merit
are seldom suffi« ciently either considered or allowed . ” Lord Clarendon ...
Waller is s too exclusively considered as the first map who brought “ versification
to any thing like its present standard . “ Carew ' s pretensions to the same merit
are seldom suffi« ciently either considered or allowed . ” Lord Clarendon ...
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I tell thee , Dick , where I have been , Where I the rarest things have seen ; Oh !
things without compare ! Such sights again cannot. * Occasioned by the marriage
of Roger Boyle , the first carl of Orrery ( then Lord Broghill ) , with lady Margaret ...
I tell thee , Dick , where I have been , Where I the rarest things have seen ; Oh !
things without compare ! Such sights again cannot. * Occasioned by the marriage
of Roger Boyle , the first carl of Orrery ( then Lord Broghill ) , with lady Margaret ...
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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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