Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed an Historical Sketch of the Rise and Progress of the English Poetry and Language, Том 1Bulmer, 1803 - 458 страници |
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... desire no more . [ Ibid . ] Sir David Lindsay's Play ( reprinted in the second volume of Mr. Pinkerton's Scotish Poems , ' Cruet , a small vessel . The edit . 1566 , reads flacket , i , e . flasket , a small flask . * i . e . the cruet ...
... desire no more . [ Ibid . ] Sir David Lindsay's Play ( reprinted in the second volume of Mr. Pinkerton's Scotish Poems , ' Cruet , a small vessel . The edit . 1566 , reads flacket , i , e . flasket , a small flask . * i . e . the cruet ...
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... desire With shamefac'd cloak to shadow and restrain , Her smiling grace converteth straight to ire . And coward Love then to the heart apace Taketh his flight , whereas he lurks and plains His purpose lost , and dare not shew his face ...
... desire With shamefac'd cloak to shadow and restrain , Her smiling grace converteth straight to ire . And coward Love then to the heart apace Taketh his flight , whereas he lurks and plains His purpose lost , and dare not shew his face ...
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... desires a new heaven's - man to make . " Brutus ' and Cassius ' souls , live you in bliss ! " In case yet all the Fates gainstrive us not , " Neither shall we , perchance , die unreveng'd . " Now have I liv'd , O Rome , enough for me ...
... desires a new heaven's - man to make . " Brutus ' and Cassius ' souls , live you in bliss ! " In case yet all the Fates gainstrive us not , " Neither shall we , perchance , die unreveng'd . " Now have I liv'd , O Rome , enough for me ...
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... Desire began to scale , And shrouded him under his targe , As one the worthiest of them all , And aptest for to give the charge . Then pushed soldiers with their pikes , And halberdiers , with handy strokes ; The hargabushe 2 in flash ...
... Desire began to scale , And shrouded him under his targe , As one the worthiest of them all , And aptest for to give the charge . Then pushed soldiers with their pikes , And halberdiers , with handy strokes ; The hargabushe 2 in flash ...
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... desire , nor took no charge Of any thing that did pertain As touching love , in any pain . My thought was free , my heart was light , I marked not who lost , who saught , I play'd by day , I slept by night , I forced not who wept , who ...
... desire , nor took no charge Of any thing that did pertain As touching love , in any pain . My thought was free , my heart was light , I marked not who lost , who saught , I play'd by day , I slept by night , I forced not who wept , who ...
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Страница 349 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O prepare it. My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Страница 389 - 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!
Страница 352 - Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require.
Страница 351 - Fear no more the frown o' the great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Страница 334 - Tell them that brave it most, They beg for more by spending, Who, in their greatest cost, Seek nothing but commending: And if they make reply Then give them all the lie.
Страница 346 - Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night ' That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide...
Страница 220 - Time drives the flocks from field to fold, When Rivers rage, and Rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb, The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields, To wayward winter reckoning yields, A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
Страница 388 - Come, my Celia, let us prove, While we can, the sports of love, Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever; Spend not then his gifts in vain; Suns, that set, may rise again ; . But if once we lose this light, 'Tis with us perpetual night.
Страница 243 - CUPID and my Campaspe played At cards for kisses — Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows ; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin ; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me?* THE SONGS...
Страница 348 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head ? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engender'd 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 ALL.