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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... scorn'd poverty and Fortune's hate Common I find to me and to the Muses ; But with the Muses welcome poorest fate ! Safe in my humble cottage will I rest ; And lifting up from my untainted breast A quiet spirit to heaven , securely live ...
... scorn'd poverty and Fortune's hate Common I find to me and to the Muses ; But with the Muses welcome poorest fate ! Safe in my humble cottage will I rest ; And lifting up from my untainted breast A quiet spirit to heaven , securely live ...
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... of luckless love does burn ! Thy Memmon's loss requires no more regret . And , since my own cannot procure but scorn , Lend me thy moving tears , sweet weeping Morn ! SONNET . PONDER thy cares , and sum them all 5 [ 80 ]
... of luckless love does burn ! Thy Memmon's loss requires no more regret . And , since my own cannot procure but scorn , Lend me thy moving tears , sweet weeping Morn ! SONNET . PONDER thy cares , and sum them all 5 [ 80 ]
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... scorn and let her go ; For if she be not for me , What care I for whom she be ? AMARYLLIS I did woo , And I courted Phillis too ; Daphne for her love I chose ; Chloris for that damask rose In her cheek I held as dear ; Yea , a thousand ...
... scorn and let her go ; For if she be not for me , What care I for whom she be ? AMARYLLIS I did woo , And I courted Phillis too ; Daphne for her love I chose ; Chloris for that damask rose In her cheek I held as dear ; Yea , a thousand ...
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... scorn of me will make . Then , as I , on thee relying , Do no changing fear in thee , So , by my defects supplying , From all changing keep thou me : That unmatched we may prove , Thou for beauty ; I for love . SONG . [ From 12 stanzas ...
... scorn of me will make . Then , as I , on thee relying , Do no changing fear in thee , So , by my defects supplying , From all changing keep thou me : That unmatched we may prove , Thou for beauty ; I for love . SONG . [ From 12 stanzas ...
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... scorn to vow a duty Where each lustful lad may woo : Give me her whose sun - like beauty Buzzards dare not soar unto . She , she it is Affords that bliss For which I would refuse no pain : But such as you , Fond fools , adieu ! You seek ...
... scorn to vow a duty Where each lustful lad may woo : Give me her whose sun - like beauty Buzzards dare not soar unto . She , she it is Affords that bliss For which I would refuse no pain : But such as you , Fond fools , adieu ! You seek ...
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Страница 84 - I how great she be? Great, or good, or kind, or fair, I will ne'er the more despair! If she love me, this believe, I will die ere she shall grieve! If she slight me, when I woo, I can scorn, and let her go! For if she be not for me, What care I for whom she be?
Страница 195 - ON A GIRDLE THAT which her slender waist confined Shall now my joyful temples bind : No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done.
Страница 251 - Her cheeks so rare a white was on, No daisy makes comparison, (Who sees them is undone), For streaks of red were mingled there, Such as are on a Catherine pear The side that's next the sun. Her lips were red, and one was thin, Compar'd to that was next her chin (Some bee had stung it newly) ; But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face ; I durst no more upon them gaze Than on the sun in July.
Страница 194 - Go, lovely rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied. That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, — How...
Страница 277 - Prison WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates — When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Страница 390 - scape, Rivals and Falsehood soon appear In a more dreadful shape. By such degrees to joy they come, And are so long withstood, So slowly they receive the sum, It hardly does them good. 'Tis cruel to prolong a pain; And to defer a joy, Believe me, gentle Celemene, Offends the winged boy.
Страница 222 - Now the bright Morning Star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose.
Страница 73 - And Phoebus in his chair Ensaffroning sea and air Makes vanish every star: Night like a drunkard reels Beyond the hills to shun his flaming wheels: The fields...
Страница 290 - If I should tell the politic arts To take and keep men's hearts ; The letters, embassies, and spies, The frowns and smiles and flatteries, The quarrels, tears, and perjuries, (Numberless, nameless mysteries...
Страница 275 - TELL me not, sweet, I am unkind, — That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field ; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you, too, shall adore ; I could not love thee, dear, so much. Loved I not honour more.