Specimens of the British Poets ...W. Suttaby, 1809 |
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... Sweet spring 81 To the Nightingale ib . Trust not , sweet Soul - · 82 Sweet Soul ib . 83 Song . - Phoebus , arise THOMAS HEYWOOD . 1580-16- . Shepherd's Song DAVISON . 1582-16- . Cupid's Pastime Some there are as fair · WILLIAM ...
... Sweet spring 81 To the Nightingale ib . Trust not , sweet Soul - · 82 Sweet Soul ib . 83 Song . - Phoebus , arise THOMAS HEYWOOD . 1580-16- . Shepherd's Song DAVISON . 1582-16- . Cupid's Pastime Some there are as fair · WILLIAM ...
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... 104 RICHARD LOVELACE . 1618-1658 . Sonnet . - When love , with unconfined wings . Songs . - Why dost thou say I am forsworn Amarantha , sweet and fair · · · 107 - 108 · ib . E. SHERBURNE . 1618-1702 . Extract from the Sun - CONTENTS . ix.
... 104 RICHARD LOVELACE . 1618-1658 . Sonnet . - When love , with unconfined wings . Songs . - Why dost thou say I am forsworn Amarantha , sweet and fair · · · 107 - 108 · ib . E. SHERBURNE . 1618-1702 . Extract from the Sun - CONTENTS . ix.
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... sweet thoughts , some time do pleasure bring But , by and by , the cause of my disease Gives me a pang 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 ...
... sweet thoughts , some time do pleasure bring But , by and by , the cause of my disease Gives me a pang 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 ...
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... sweet ; Do not call it sin in me That I am forsworn for thee ; Thou , for whom ev'n Jove would swear Juno but an Ethiop were ; And deny himself for Jove , Turning mortal for thy love . SONG OF FAIRIES . OW the hungry lion roars , ( 11 ) ...
... sweet ; Do not call it sin in me That I am forsworn for thee ; Thou , for whom ev'n Jove would swear Juno but an Ethiop were ; And deny himself for Jove , Turning mortal for thy love . SONG OF FAIRIES . OW the hungry lion roars , ( 11 ) ...
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... Sweet eye , sweet lip , sweet blushing cheek , Yet not a heart to save my pain ? O Venus ! take thy gifts again . Make nought so fair to cause our moan , Or make a heart that's like our own , SIR PHILIP SYDNEY . SONNET . FAINT amorist ...
... Sweet eye , sweet lip , sweet blushing cheek , Yet not a heart to save my pain ? O Venus ! take thy gifts again . Make nought so fair to cause our moan , Or make a heart that's like our own , SIR PHILIP SYDNEY . SONNET . FAINT amorist ...
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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?