Specimens of the British Poets ...W. Suttaby, 1809 |
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... pain , She could not make the like again . Sith Nature thus gave her the praise , To be the chiefest work she wrought ; In faith , methinks , some better ways On your behalf might well be sought , Than to compare ( as ye have done ) To ...
... pain , She could not make the like again . Sith Nature thus gave her the praise , To be the chiefest work she wrought ; In faith , methinks , some better ways On your behalf might well be sought , Than to compare ( as ye have done ) To ...
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... that inwardly doth sting ; When that I think what grief it is , again , To live and lack the thing should rid my pain . MY ( 4 ) LORD ROCHFORD . lute , awake LORD SURREY . Set me e'en where the Sun doth parch Alas! so all things now do ...
... that inwardly doth sting ; When that I think what grief it is , again , To live and lack the thing should rid my pain . MY ( 4 ) LORD ROCHFORD . lute , awake LORD SURREY . Set me e'en where the Sun doth parch Alas! so all things now do ...
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... pain : Think not alone under the Sun Unquit to cause thy Lover's plaine , Although my lute and I have done . May chance thee lie withered and old In winter nights that are so cold , Plaining in vain unto the moon ; Thy wishes then dare ...
... pain : Think not alone under the Sun Unquit to cause thy Lover's plaine , Although my lute and I have done . May chance thee lie withered and old In winter nights that are so cold , Plaining in vain unto the moon ; Thy wishes then dare ...
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... pain ( if none be small enow ) To find good store of Helen's trade ; Such sap the root doth yield the bough ! For one good wife , Ulysses slew A worthy knot of gentle blood : For one ill wife , Greece overthrew The town of Troy . Sith ...
... pain ( if none be small enow ) To find good store of Helen's trade ; Such sap the root doth yield the bough ! For one good wife , Ulysses slew A worthy knot of gentle blood : For one ill wife , Greece overthrew The town of Troy . Sith ...
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... pain , To wray the woe that makes her weep : So sing I now , for to bewray The loathsome life I lead alway . The which to thee , dear wench , I write , That know'st my mirth , but not my moan ; I pray God grant thee deep delight , To ...
... pain , To wray the woe that makes her weep : So sing I now , for to bewray The loathsome life I lead alway . The which to thee , dear wench , I write , That know'st my mirth , but not my moan ; I pray God grant thee deep delight , To ...
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Страница 183 - Or let my lamp at midnight hour, Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft outwatch the Bear...
Страница 189 - 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...
Страница 14 - 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 180 - 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...
Страница 223 - Far in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew ; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well : Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
Страница 186 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful jollity ; Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods and becks, and wreathed smiles.
Страница 180 - But first, and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song, In her sweetest, saddest plight.
Страница 163 - Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing, Happier than the happiest king. All the fields which thou dost see, All the plants, belong to thee ; All that summer hours produce, Fertile made with early juice; Man for thee does sow and plow; Farmer he, and landlord thou ! Thou dost innocently joy, Nor does thy luxury destroy.
Страница 216 - Art she had none, yet wanted none, For Nature did that Want supply: So rich in Treasures of her Own, She might our boasted Stores defy: Such Noble Vigour did her Verse adorn, That it seem'd borrow'd, where 'twas only born.
Страница 125 - 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?