Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed an Historical Sketch of the Rise and Progress of the English Poetry and Language, Band 1Bulmer, 1803 - 458 Seiten |
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... grace , " in ten stanzas , filled with excellent advice , but delivered with a freedom and severity of language , which might possibly ren- der it rather unpalatable . The preceptor , indeed , never quite forgot his authority , as will ...
... grace , " in ten stanzas , filled with excellent advice , but delivered with a freedom and severity of language , which might possibly ren- der it rather unpalatable . The preceptor , indeed , never quite forgot his authority , as will ...
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... grace , so would I that it should Speak , without word , such words as none can tell . Her tress also should be of crisped gold . With wit , and these , perchance I might be tried , And knit again with knot that should not slide . Of ...
... grace , so would I that it should Speak , without word , such words as none can tell . Her tress also should be of crisped gold . With wit , and these , perchance I might be tried , And knit again with knot that should not slide . Of ...
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... grace In eloquence ; and cruelty to name Zeal of justice ; and change in time and place ; And he that suffereth offence without blame , Call him pitiful , and him true and plain , That raileth reckless unto each man's shame : ' Two of ...
... grace In eloquence ; and cruelty to name Zeal of justice ; and change in time and place ; And he that suffereth offence without blame , Call him pitiful , and him true and plain , That raileth reckless unto each man's shame : ' Two of ...
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... grace each one had found , What hope of speed , what dread of long delays . The wild forest , the clothed holts with green , With reins avail'd , 7 and swift y - breathed horse , With cry of hounds , and merry blasts between , Where we ...
... grace each one had found , What hope of speed , what dread of long delays . The wild forest , the clothed holts with green , With reins avail'd , 7 and swift y - breathed horse , With cry of hounds , and merry blasts between , Where we ...
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... grace Of just David by perfite penitence : Where rulers may see in a mirror clear The bitter fruit of false concupiscence ; How Jewry bought Uriah's death full dear . In princes ' hearts God's scourge imprinted deep Ought them awake out ...
... grace Of just David by perfite penitence : Where rulers may see in a mirror clear The bitter fruit of false concupiscence ; How Jewry bought Uriah's death full dear . In princes ' hearts God's scourge imprinted deep Ought them awake out ...
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Astrophel and Stella beauty bird bliss born breast Chaucer cheer Christ's College court Cupid dainty dame dear death delight disdain doth E'en earl England's Helicon English eyes fair faith farewell favour fear flowers following specimens Gloss Gorboduc grace green Greensleeves grief hairs Harpalus hath heart heaven Henry VIII honour king kiss lady live look lord lov'd Love's lover lullaby lute mind mourning Muse never night nought Oxford pain pity poems poetical poetry poets praise prep printed pron Puttenham Queen reign scorn shepherd sighs sight sing Sir Philip Sidney Sir Thomas Wyatt Sith song SONNET soul summer queen sweet tears tell thee thine thing thou thought translated tree unto verse Vide Sibbald Warton wight wind wine Wood words worth marriage wouldest not love youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 349 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O prepare it. My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Seite 389 - I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be; But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee!
Seite 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.
Seite 351 - Fear no more the frown o' the great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Seite 334 - Tell them that brave it most, They beg for more by spending, Who, in their greatest cost, Seek nothing but commending: And if they make reply Then give them all the lie.
Seite 346 - Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night ' That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide...
Seite 220 - Time drives the flocks from field to fold, When Rivers rage, and Rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb, The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields, To wayward winter reckoning yields, A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
Seite 388 - Come, my Celia, let us prove, While we can, the sports of love, Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever; Spend not then his gifts in vain; Suns, that set, may rise again ; . But if once we lose this light, 'Tis with us perpetual night.
Seite 243 - CUPID and my Campaspe played At cards for kisses — Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows ; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin ; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me?* THE SONGS...
Seite 348 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head ? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engender'd in the eyes, With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell ALL.