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 |
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... VOLUMES . BY GEORGE ELLIS , ESQ . THE FOURTH EDITION CORRECTED . VOL . III . LONDON : PRINTED FOR LONGMAN , HURST , REES , ORME , AND BROWN , PATERNOSTER - row , 1811 . EDINBURGH : Printed by James Ballantyne & Co. CONTENTS OF SPECIMENS.
... VOLUMES . BY GEORGE ELLIS , ESQ . THE FOURTH EDITION CORRECTED . VOL . III . LONDON : PRINTED FOR LONGMAN , HURST , REES , ORME , AND BROWN , PATERNOSTER - row , 1811 . EDINBURGH : Printed by James Ballantyne & Co. CONTENTS OF SPECIMENS.
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... volumes of patchwork and shreds of quotation which form the prose compositions of this age . It is remarkable , that the series of Scotish poets terminates abruptly in this reign , and that no name of eminence occurs between those of ...
... volumes of patchwork and shreds of quotation which form the prose compositions of this age . It is remarkable , that the series of Scotish poets terminates abruptly in this reign , and that no name of eminence occurs between those of ...
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... volume . OH ! who hath tasted of thy clemency In greater measure , or more oft than I ? My grateful verse thy goodness shail display . O thou who went'st along in all my way To where the Morning with perfumed wings From the high ...
... volume . OH ! who hath tasted of thy clemency In greater measure , or more oft than I ? My grateful verse thy goodness shail display . O thou who went'st along in all my way To where the Morning with perfumed wings From the high ...
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... volume folio , under the title of " Recreations with the Muses . " For further particulars of our author , who deserves consi- derable praise as a masculine and vigorous writer , abound- ing with moral and political instruction , see ...
... volume folio , under the title of " Recreations with the Muses . " For further particulars of our author , who deserves consi- derable praise as a masculine and vigorous writer , abound- ing with moral and political instruction , see ...
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... volumes would be written there . Might silence shew my mind , Sighs tell how I were pin'd , Or looks my woes relate ; Then any pregnant wit , That well remarked it , Would soon discern my state . Oft , those that do deserve disdain For ...
... volumes would be written there . Might silence shew my mind , Sighs tell how I were pin'd , Or looks my woes relate ; Then any pregnant wit , That well remarked it , Would soon discern my state . Oft , those that do deserve disdain For ...
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Сторінка 244 - 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 31 - Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow.
Сторінка 278 - 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 275 - TELL me not, sweet, I am unkind, — That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field ; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you, too, shall adore ; I could not love thee, dear, so much. Loved I not honour more.
Сторінка 277 - Prison WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates — When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Сторінка 194 - Go, lovely rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied. That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, — How...
Сторінка 132 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Сторінка 85 - I how great she be? Great, or good, or kind, or fair, I will ne'er the more despair! If she love me, this believe, I will die ere she shall grieve! If she slight me, when I woo, I can scorn, and let her go! For if she be not for me, What care I for whom she be?
Сторінка 222 - Now the bright Morning Star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose.
Сторінка 63 - Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed save bats and owls! A midnight bell, a parting groan, These are the sounds we feed upon; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley; Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.