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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... nought suffereth me to doubt " Noisome oblivion of the loathsome death . " Slay me ! yet all th ' offspring to come shall " know : " And this decease shall bring eternal life . " Yea , and ( unless I fail , and all in vain , " Rome , I ...
... nought suffereth me to doubt " Noisome oblivion of the loathsome death . " Slay me ! yet all th ' offspring to come shall " know : " And this decease shall bring eternal life . " Yea , and ( unless I fail , and all in vain , " Rome , I ...
Page 98
... nought avail For thy good will . Why should thou so Still graft where grace it will not grow ? Alas , poor heart , thus hast thou spent Thy flowering time , thy pleasant years ! With sighing voice weep and lament , For of thy hope no ...
... nought avail For thy good will . Why should thou so Still graft where grace it will not grow ? Alas , poor heart , thus hast thou spent Thy flowering time , thy pleasant years ! With sighing voice weep and lament , For of thy hope no ...
Page 108
... nought , His labour all was lost ; For he was farthest from her thought , And yet he lov'd her most . Therefore wax'd he both pale and lean , And dry as clod of clay ; I Together . 2 Loved . His flesh it was consumed clean , His colour ...
... nought , His labour all was lost ; For he was farthest from her thought , And yet he lov'd her most . Therefore wax'd he both pale and lean , And dry as clod of clay ; I Together . 2 Loved . His flesh it was consumed clean , His colour ...
Page 119
... nought Than by the Lord that all hath wrought ; - Blame not my lute ! Blame not my lute I you desire , But blame the cause that we thus play : For burning heat blame not the fire , But him that blow'th the coal alway . Blame ye the ...
... nought Than by the Lord that all hath wrought ; - Blame not my lute ! Blame not my lute I you desire , But blame the cause that we thus play : For burning heat blame not the fire , But him that blow'th the coal alway . Blame ye the ...
Page 123
... nought the better . When that I went with that sweet may To dance , to sing , to sport , and play , And oft - times in my armis plet1 her— I do now mourn both night and day , And break my heart , and nought the better . I Folded . 2 ...
... nought the better . When that I went with that sweet may To dance , to sing , to sport , and play , And oft - times in my armis plet1 her— I do now mourn both night and day , And break my heart , and nought the better . I Folded . 2 ...
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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.