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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... grace , That all is work , and no where space . It is a sweet delicious morn , Where day is breeding , never born : It is a meadow yet unshorn , Which thousand flowers do adorn . It is the heaven's bright reflex , Weak eyes to dazzle ...
... grace , That all is work , and no where space . It is a sweet delicious morn , Where day is breeding , never born : It is a meadow yet unshorn , Which thousand flowers do adorn . It is the heaven's bright reflex , Weak eyes to dazzle ...
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... grace- Where thou didst haunt , yet I adore the ground ! And where thou stept - O sacred seems that place ! My solitary walks , my widow'd bed , My dreary sighs , my sheets oft bath'd with tears , These shall record what life by me is ...
... grace- Where thou didst haunt , yet I adore the ground ! And where thou stept - O sacred seems that place ! My solitary walks , my widow'd bed , My dreary sighs , my sheets oft bath'd with tears , These shall record what life by me is ...
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... grace those banks , And nymphs had their abiding ; Here as I staid , I saw a maid , A beauteous lovely creature ; With angel face , and goddess ' grace , Of such exceeding feature : Her looks did so astonish me , And set my [ 47 ]
... grace those banks , And nymphs had their abiding ; Here as I staid , I saw a maid , A beauteous lovely creature ; With angel face , and goddess ' grace , Of such exceeding feature : Her looks did so astonish me , And set my [ 47 ]
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... comforter of minds which are 4 opprest ! I 66 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 . 73.
... comforter of minds which are 4 opprest ! I 66 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 . 73.
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... grace , Come as thou wilt , and what thou wilt bequeath ! I long to kiss the image of my death . SONNET . [ To his Lute . ] 2 My lute , be as thou wert , when thou did 3 grow With thy green mother in some shady grove , When immelodious ...
... grace , Come as thou wilt , and what thou wilt bequeath ! I long to kiss the image of my death . SONNET . [ To his Lute . ] 2 My lute , be as thou wert , when thou did 3 grow With thy green mother in some shady grove , When immelodious ...
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Page 84 - 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 195 - ON A GIRDLE THAT which her slender waist confined Shall now my joyful temples bind : No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done.
Page 251 - Her cheeks so rare a white was on, No daisy makes comparison, (Who sees them is undone), For streaks of red were mingled there, Such as are on a Catherine pear The side that's next the sun. Her lips were red, and one was thin, Compar'd to that was next her chin (Some bee had stung it newly) ; But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face ; I durst no more upon them gaze Than on the sun in July.
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 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 390 - scape, Rivals and Falsehood soon appear In a more dreadful shape. By such degrees to joy they come, And are so long withstood, So slowly they receive the sum, It hardly does them good. 'Tis cruel to prolong a pain; And to defer a joy, Believe me, gentle Celemene, Offends the winged boy.
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 73 - And Phoebus in his chair Ensaffroning sea and air Makes vanish every star: Night like a drunkard reels Beyond the hills to shun his flaming wheels: The fields...
Page 290 - If I should tell the politic arts To take and keep men's hearts ; The letters, embassies, and spies, The frowns and smiles and flatteries, The quarrels, tears, and perjuries, (Numberless, nameless mysteries...
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.