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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... head , What virtues rare were temper'd in that breast , —— Honour the place that such a jewel bred , And kiss the ground whereas thy corse1 doth rest ! Of the same . WYATT resteth here , that quick could never rest , Whose heavenly ...
... head , What virtues rare were temper'd in that breast , —— Honour the place that such a jewel bred , And kiss the ground whereas thy corse1 doth rest ! Of the same . WYATT resteth here , that quick could never rest , Whose heavenly ...
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... head unmov'd . His hasting to those Fates the very knights Be loth to see , and , rage rebated , when They his bare neck beheld , and his hoar hairs , Scant could they hold the tears that forth ' gan burst , And almost fell from bloody ...
... head unmov'd . His hasting to those Fates the very knights Be loth to see , and , rage rebated , when They his bare neck beheld , and his hoar hairs , Scant could they hold the tears that forth ' gan burst , And almost fell from bloody ...
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... head . The Latin Muses , and the Grayes they wept , And for his fall eternally shall weep . And lo ! heart - piercing Pitho ( strange to tell ) Who had to him suffic'd both sense and words , When so he spake , and dress'd with nectar ...
... head . The Latin Muses , and the Grayes they wept , And for his fall eternally shall weep . And lo ! heart - piercing Pitho ( strange to tell ) Who had to him suffic'd both sense and words , When so he spake , and dress'd with nectar ...
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... head . For Age with stealing steps Hath claw'd me with his crowch , And lusty Life away she leaps , As there had been none such . My Muse doth not delight Me , as she did before : My hand and pen are not in plight As they have been of ...
... head . For Age with stealing steps Hath claw'd me with his crowch , And lusty Life away she leaps , As there had been none such . My Muse doth not delight Me , as she did before : My hand and pen are not in plight As they have been of ...
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... : But virtues of the mind unto The heavens with us we have . Wherefore , for virtue's sake I can be well content The sweetest time of all my life To deem in thinking spent . Being asked the Occasion of his White Head , he LORD VAUX . 89.
... : But virtues of the mind unto The heavens with us we have . Wherefore , for virtue's sake I can be well content The sweetest time of all my life To deem in thinking spent . Being asked the Occasion of his White Head , he LORD VAUX . 89.
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Page 220 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Page 352 - Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require.
Page 336 - Tell arts they have no soundness, But vary by esteeming ; Tell schools they want profoundness, And stand too much on seeming : If arts and schools reply, Give arts and schools the lie. Tell faith it's fled the city; Tell how the country erreth ; Tell manhood shakes off pity ; Tell virtue least preferreth : And if they do reply, Spare not to give the lie. So when thou hast, as I Commanded thee, done blabbing, — Although to give the lie Deserves no less than stabbing, — Stab at thee he that will,...
Page 342 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
Page 351 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.
Page 364 - You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light, You common people of the skies; What are you when the moon shall rise...
Page 220 - A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten ; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps, and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.
Page 383 - Song Go, and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me, where all past years are, Or who cleft the Devil's foot, Teach me to hear mermaids singing, Or to keep off envy's stinging, And find What wind Serves to advance an honest mind.
Page 243 - At cards for kisses, Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows...
Page 384 - Things invisible to see, Ride ten thousand days and nights, Till age snow white hairs on thee, Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me All strange wonders that befell thee, And swear No where Lives a woman true, and fair. If thou find'st one, let me know, Such a pilgrimage were sweet; Yet do not, I would not go, Though at next door we might meet, Though she were true, when you met her, And last, till you write your letter, Yet she Will be False, ere I come, to two, or three.