Specimens of the Early English Poets, Том 1Edwards, 1790 - 323 стор. |
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... moft . Therefore wax'd he both pale and lean , And dry as clot of clay ; His flesh it was confumed clean , His colour gone away . His beard it had not long be shave , His hair hung all unkempt ; * A man fit even for the grave , Whom ...
... moft . Therefore wax'd he both pale and lean , And dry as clot of clay ; His flesh it was confumed clean , His colour gone away . His beard it had not long be shave , His hair hung all unkempt ; * A man fit even for the grave , Whom ...
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... moft rich of fhade , Where birds wanton mufic made , May , then young , his pied weeds showing , New perfum'd , with flow'rs fresh growing , Aftrophel , with Stella fweet , Did for mutual comfort meet ; Both within themselves opprefs'd ...
... moft rich of fhade , Where birds wanton mufic made , May , then young , his pied weeds showing , New perfum'd , with flow'rs fresh growing , Aftrophel , with Stella fweet , Did for mutual comfort meet ; Both within themselves opprefs'd ...
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... moft diffemble . I A CONTENTED MIND . WEIGH not fortune's frown or smile , I joy not much in earthly joys ; I feek not ftate , I reck not ftile , I am not fond of fancy's toys ; I reft fo pleas'd with what I have , I wish no more , no ...
... moft diffemble . I A CONTENTED MIND . WEIGH not fortune's frown or smile , I joy not much in earthly joys ; I feek not ftate , I reck not ftile , I am not fond of fancy's toys ; I reft fo pleas'd with what I have , I wish no more , no ...
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... moft voluminous writer ; but no complete edition of his works was ever published , although no author perhaps was ever more admired by his cotemporaries . A lift of his pieces is given at the end of a fall pamphlet called , " Extracts ...
... moft voluminous writer ; but no complete edition of his works was ever published , although no author perhaps was ever more admired by his cotemporaries . A lift of his pieces is given at the end of a fall pamphlet called , " Extracts ...
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... Every gift is but a bait : Not a kifs but poifon bears , And moft treafon's in his tears . Idle minutes are his reign , Then the ftraggler makes his gain , By presenting maids with toys , And would have you 116 BEN JONSON .
... Every gift is but a bait : Not a kifs but poifon bears , And moft treafon's in his tears . Idle minutes are his reign , Then the ftraggler makes his gain , By presenting maids with toys , And would have you 116 BEN JONSON .
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Сторінка 114 - 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!
Сторінка 262 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
Сторінка 262 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold, In weeds of peace, high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend.
Сторінка 189 - Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Сторінка 31 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished! Reply, reply. It is engendered 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.
Сторінка 256 - And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
Сторінка 138 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Сторінка 30 - When icicles hang by the wall And Dick the shepherd blows his nail And Tom bears logs into the hall And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipp'd and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit ; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Сторінка 257 - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, To the full-voiced quire below, In service high and anthems clear, As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
Сторінка 257 - As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.