The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Том 5Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1819 |
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... doth paint April , Fair are the meads , the woods , the floods are fair ; Fair looketh Ceres with her yellow hair , And Apple's queen when rose - cheek'd she doth smile . That Heaven , and earth , and seas are fair , is true , Yet true ...
... doth paint April , Fair are the meads , the woods , the floods are fair ; Fair looketh Ceres with her yellow hair , And Apple's queen when rose - cheek'd she doth smile . That Heaven , and earth , and seas are fair , is true , Yet true ...
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... be my pains , Sweet are my wounds , although they deeply smart , My bit is gold , though shorten'd be the reins , My bondage brave , though I may not depart ; Although I burn , the fire which doth impart Those Sonnet,
... be my pains , Sweet are my wounds , although they deeply smart , My bit is gold , though shorten'd be the reins , My bondage brave , though I may not depart ; Although I burn , the fire which doth impart Those Sonnet,
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... doth impart Those flames , so sweet reviving force contains , That , like Arabia's bird , my wasted heart , Made quick by death , more lively still remains . I joy , though oft my waking eyes spend tears , I never want delight , even ...
... doth impart Those flames , so sweet reviving force contains , That , like Arabia's bird , my wasted heart , Made quick by death , more lively still remains . I joy , though oft my waking eyes spend tears , I never want delight , even ...
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... doth not contain so many stars , Nor levell❜d lie so many leaves in woods , When Autumn and cold Boreas sound their wars ; So many waves have not the ocean floods , As my torn mind hath torments all the night , And heart spends sighs ...
... doth not contain so many stars , Nor levell❜d lie so many leaves in woods , When Autumn and cold Boreas sound their wars ; So many waves have not the ocean floods , As my torn mind hath torments all the night , And heart spends sighs ...
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... doth paint April , Fair are the meads , the woods , the floods are fair ; Fair looketh Ceres with her yellow hair , And apple's - queen when rose - cheek'd she doth smile . That Heaven , and earth , and seas are fair , is true , Yet ...
... doth paint April , Fair are the meads , the woods , the floods are fair ; Fair looketh Ceres with her yellow hair , And apple's - queen when rose - cheek'd she doth smile . That Heaven , and earth , and seas are fair , is true , Yet ...
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The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Том 5 Ezekiel Sanford Повний перегляд - 1819 |
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ALEXANDER BROME arms beauty birth Birtha blest blood born breast breath bright call'd CASTARA CHARLES COTTON clouds crown death delight dost doth e'er Earth eyes face fair fame fate fear fire flames floods flowers GEORGE WITHER golden Goltho Gondibert grace grief hand haste hath haue head heart Heaven hope jemme king kiss light live look lord lov'd love's lovers Lyrian maid mind Muse ne'er neere never night nymph o'er PHINEAS FLETCHER POEMS poet poor pow'r prince queen quoth Rhodalind RICHARD CRASHAW ROBERT HERRICK rocks seas seem'd shade shepheards shine shore sighs sight sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spide spring stars streams swaine sweet tears tell thee Thetis thine thou thought tongue twas twixt unto Venus vertue wanton waves weep whence Whilst WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT WILLIAM DAVENANT WILLIAM HABINGTON winds wings woods wound youth
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Сторінка 326 - To BLOSSOMS FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile To blush and gently smile, And go at last.
Сторінка 325 - Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along.
Сторінка 325 - We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Сторінка 327 - Twas pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth, And lose you quite. But you are lovely leaves, where we May read how soon things have Their end, though ne'er so brave: And after they have shown their pride Like you, awhile, they glide Into the grave.
Сторінка 338 - If thy verse do bravely tower, As she makes wing she gets power ; Yet the higher she doth soar, She's affronted still the more : Till she to the high'st hath past, Then she rests with fame at last.
Сторінка 32 - Cease, dreams, the images of day-desires, To model forth the passions of the morrow; Never let rising sun approve you liars, To add more grief to aggravate my sorrow. Still let me sleep, embracing clouds in vain, And never wake to feel the day's disdain.
Сторінка 180 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Сторінка 339 - By a daisy, whose leaves, spread, Shut when Titan goes to bed, Or a shady bush or tree, She could more infuse in me Than all Nature's beauties can In some other wiser man.
Сторінка 177 - t: For had not her care furnisht you out With something of handsome, without all doubt You and your sorry Lady Muse had been In the number of those that were not let in. In haste from the court two or three came in, And they brought letters (forsooth) from the Queen; Twas discreetly done, too, for if th' had come Without them, th' had scarce been let into the room.
Сторінка 116 - It is a yea, it is a nay ; A pretty kind of sporting fray ; It is a thing will soon away ; Then, nymphs, take 'vantage while ye may ; And this is love, as I hear say.