Chaucer, 1400, to Beaumont, 1628Thomas Campbell J. Murray, 1819 |
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... shining fair , Save for her pride and scorn , such sin As heart of love can never bear ; Like leafless plant in blasted shade , So liveth she - a barren maid . SIR PHILIP SYDNEY . BORN 1554. - DIED 1586 . WITHOUT enduring Lord Orford's ...
... shining fair , Save for her pride and scorn , such sin As heart of love can never bear ; Like leafless plant in blasted shade , So liveth she - a barren maid . SIR PHILIP SYDNEY . BORN 1554. - DIED 1586 . WITHOUT enduring Lord Orford's ...
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... shining lamps in love's high house were light ; Then forth she rose , no longer would abide , But comes unto the place where th ' heathen knight , In slumb'ring swoon'd , nigh void of vital sp❜rit , Lay cover'd with enchanted cloud all ...
... shining lamps in love's high house were light ; Then forth she rose , no longer would abide , But comes unto the place where th ' heathen knight , In slumb'ring swoon'd , nigh void of vital sp❜rit , Lay cover'd with enchanted cloud all ...
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... shining bright , That seem'd the fountain in that sea did sail upright . And all the margent round about was set With shady laurel trees , thence to defend The sunny beams which on the billows beat , And those which therein bathed mote ...
... shining bright , That seem'd the fountain in that sea did sail upright . And all the margent round about was set With shady laurel trees , thence to defend The sunny beams which on the billows beat , And those which therein bathed mote ...
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... Sweet night , sweet gentle night , do not prolong my sorrow , Desire is guide to me , and love no loadstar needs . Let sailors gaze on stars and moon so freshly shining 224 POETRY OF UNCERTAIN AUTHORS . From the Phoenix Nest, Edit 1593.
... Sweet night , sweet gentle night , do not prolong my sorrow , Desire is guide to me , and love no loadstar needs . Let sailors gaze on stars and moon so freshly shining 224 POETRY OF UNCERTAIN AUTHORS . From the Phoenix Nest, Edit 1593.
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... shining , And glad not low'ring night with thy too glorious rays ; But be she dim and dark , tempestuous and re- pining , That in her spite my sport may work thy endless praise . And when my will is done , then Cynthia shine , good lady ...
... shining , And glad not low'ring night with thy too glorious rays ; But be she dim and dark , tempestuous and re- pining , That in her spite my sport may work thy endless praise . And when my will is done , then Cynthia shine , good lady ...
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Сторінка 283 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth "s unknown, although his height be taken.
Сторінка 323 - Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet: Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye?
Сторінка 160 - With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Сторінка 218 - Say to the court, it glows And shines like rotten wood; Say to the church, it shows What's good, and doth no good: If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie. Tell potentates, they live Acting by others' action; Not loved unless they give, Not strong but by a faction: If potentates reply, Give potentates the lie.
Сторінка 111 - And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay, say nay. And wilt thou leave me thus, That hath loved thee so long In wealth and woe among? And is thy heart so strong As for to leave me thus ? Say nay, say nay.
Сторінка 220 - And if they will reply, Then give them all the lie. 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.
Сторінка 283 - When summer's breath their masked buds discloses : But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall fade, my verse distils your truth.
Сторінка 22 - Ful worthy was he in his lordes werre, And therto hadde he riden, no man ferre, As wel in cristendom as in hethenesse, And evere honoured for his worthynesse. At Alisaundre he was whan it was wonne. Ful ofte tyme he hadde the bord bigonne Aboven alle nacions in Pruce; In Lettow hadde he reysed and in Ruce, No Cristen man so ofte of his degree.
Сторінка 177 - O how can beautie maister the most strong, And simple truth subdue avenging wrong! Whose yielded pride and proud submission, Still dreading death, when she had marked long, Her hart gan melt in great compassion, And drizling teares did shed for pure affection. 7 The lyon lord of everie beast in field...
Сторінка 283 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give ! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses ; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves.