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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... live always in great horroùr , And say , it goeth by destiny To hang or wed : both hath one hour . And , whether it be , I am well sure , Hanging is better of the twain ; Sooner done , and shorter pain . The minor poets of this reign ...
... live always in great horroùr , And say , it goeth by destiny To hang or wed : both hath one hour . And , whether it be , I am well sure , Hanging is better of the twain ; Sooner done , and shorter pain . The minor poets of this reign ...
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... Brutus sought by dreams , Like bended moon that leans her lusty side . My king , my country I seek , for whom I live : O , mighty Jove , the winds for this me give ! The Courtier's Life . In court to serve decked with SIR THOMAS WYATT . 47.
... Brutus sought by dreams , Like bended moon that leans her lusty side . My king , my country I seek , for whom I live : O , mighty Jove , the winds for this me give ! The Courtier's Life . In court to serve decked with SIR THOMAS WYATT . 47.
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... live thrall under the awe Of lordly looks , wrapped within my cloak , To will and lust learning to set a law : - It is not that because I scorn or mock The power of them whom Fortune here hath lent Charge over us , of right to strike ...
... live thrall under the awe Of lordly looks , wrapped within my cloak , To will and lust learning to set a law : - It is not that because I scorn or mock The power of them whom Fortune here hath lent Charge over us , of right to strike ...
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... that can allow the state Of high Cæsar , and damn Cato to die , That with his death did ' scape out of the gate From Cæsar's hands , if Livy doth not lie , And would not live where liberty was lost , So 50 SIR THOMAS WYATT .
... that can allow the state Of high Cæsar , and damn Cato to die , That with his death did ' scape out of the gate From Cæsar's hands , if Livy doth not lie , And would not live where liberty was lost , So 50 SIR THOMAS WYATT .
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... live where liberty was lost , So did his heart the commonwealth apply . I am not he , such eloquence to boast * [ To ] praise Sir Thopas for a noble tale , And scorn the story that the knight told : ' Praise him for counsel that is ...
... live where liberty was lost , So did his heart the commonwealth apply . I am not he , such eloquence to boast * [ To ] praise Sir Thopas for a noble tale , And scorn the story that the knight told : ' Praise him for counsel that is ...
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Страница 220 - A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten ; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps, and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.
Страница 383 - Song Go, and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me, where all past years are, Or who cleft the Devil's foot, Teach me to hear mermaids singing, Or to keep off envy's stinging, And find What wind Serves to advance an honest mind.
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Страница 384 - Things invisible to see, Ride ten thousand days and nights, Till age snow white hairs on thee, Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me All strange wonders that befell thee, And swear No where Lives a woman true, and fair. If thou find'st one, let me know, Such a pilgrimage were sweet; Yet do not, I would not go, Though at next door we might meet, Though she were true, when you met her, And last, till you write your letter, Yet she Will be False, ere I come, to two, or three.