The Book of Gems: Chaucer to PriorSamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1836 |
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... sought to restore them - in all he will recognise sources of distinct delight , and ac- knowledge with the greatest of their later followers , the gratitude we owe to men who have given us " nobler loves and nobler cares , The Poets ...
... sought to restore them - in all he will recognise sources of distinct delight , and ac- knowledge with the greatest of their later followers , the gratitude we owe to men who have given us " nobler loves and nobler cares , The Poets ...
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... sought , Those sterres by whom I trusted of the port , My sayles do fall , and I advaunce right nought ; As ankred fast , my sprites do all resort To stand agazed , and sink in more and more The deadly harme which she doth take in sport ...
... sought , Those sterres by whom I trusted of the port , My sayles do fall , and I advaunce right nought ; As ankred fast , my sprites do all resort To stand agazed , and sink in more and more The deadly harme which she doth take in sport ...
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... sought , But as the Dere are driven unto the gaze . And to augment the grief of my desire , Myself to burne , I blowe the fire : But shall I come ny you , Of forse I must flie you . What death , alas , may be compared to this ? I plaie ...
... sought , But as the Dere are driven unto the gaze . And to augment the grief of my desire , Myself to burne , I blowe the fire : But shall I come ny you , Of forse I must flie you . What death , alas , may be compared to this ? I plaie ...
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... sought . Some twixt the boate and shippe their bane do take , Both drownd and slayne with braynes for hast crusht out . * * And eare the boate farre from our sight was gon , The wave so wrought , that they ( which thought to flee And so ...
... sought . Some twixt the boate and shippe their bane do take , Both drownd and slayne with braynes for hast crusht out . * * And eare the boate farre from our sight was gon , The wave so wrought , that they ( which thought to flee And so ...
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... sought and found a more accessible road to fame . He fought during six years , as a volunteer , under the Protestant banner , in France ; subsequently served a campaign in the Netherlands ; acquired reputation for skill and courage in ...
... sought and found a more accessible road to fame . He fought during six years , as a volunteer , under the Protestant banner , in France ; subsequently served a campaign in the Netherlands ; acquired reputation for skill and courage in ...
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Сторінка 221 - Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings ; There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Сторінка 106 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Сторінка 138 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed : Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound.
Сторінка 267 - He makes the figs our mouths to meet And throws the melons at our feet; But apples, plants of such a price, No tree could ever bear them twice.
Сторінка 271 - Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the Flood, And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews.
Сторінка 227 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine ; Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage. But O, sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower ? Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what love did seek. Or call up him that left...
Сторінка 223 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequer'd shade...
Сторінка 267 - Ambergris on shore. He cast (of which we rather boast) The Gospel's Pearl upon our Coast. And in these Rocks for us did frame A Temple, where to sound his Name. Oh let our Voice his Praise exalt, Till it arrive at Heaven's Vault : Which thence (perhaps) rebounding may Echo beyond the Mexique Bay.
Сторінка 200 - Who would have thought my shrivelled heart Could have recovered greenness? It was gone Quite under ground; as flowers depart To see their mother-root, when they have blown; Where they together All the hard weather, Dead to the world, keep house unknown.
Сторінка 226 - Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step and musing gait And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes; There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad, leaden, downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast.