The Book of Gems: Chaucer to PriorSamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1836 |
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... sense ; and his seven sciences , although represented by seven beautiful ladies , are as unin- viting as would have been their realities to the school - boy , who abhors Logyc , Gramar and Geometrye , as unconquerable obstacles to " the ...
... sense ; and his seven sciences , although represented by seven beautiful ladies , are as unin- viting as would have been their realities to the school - boy , who abhors Logyc , Gramar and Geometrye , as unconquerable obstacles to " the ...
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... sense ; he had studied human nature , had seen the evils of a sinful course in youth , had learned how much of wisdom there is in virtue , and gave to the world his observations and the results of his experience in the form of verse ...
... sense ; he had studied human nature , had seen the evils of a sinful course in youth , had learned how much of wisdom there is in virtue , and gave to the world his observations and the results of his experience in the form of verse ...
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... sense of the term poetry , he stands before all , unapproachably alone . When we wish to be removed altogether from the actual world , to take up our residence in the exclusive poetical region , to be laid in the bosom of a more quiet ...
... sense of the term poetry , he stands before all , unapproachably alone . When we wish to be removed altogether from the actual world , to take up our residence in the exclusive poetical region , to be laid in the bosom of a more quiet ...
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... sense , Or that may dayntest fantasy aggrate , Was poured forth with plentifull dispence , And made there to abound with lavish affluence . Goodly it was enclosed rownd about , As well their entred guestes to keep within , As those ...
... sense , Or that may dayntest fantasy aggrate , Was poured forth with plentifull dispence , And made there to abound with lavish affluence . Goodly it was enclosed rownd about , As well their entred guestes to keep within , As those ...
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... dart downe your rayes ; And if , from majestie of sacred lights Oppressing mortall sense , my death proceed , Wrackes triumphs be , which love , high set , doth breed . L BECAUSE I breathe not love to ev'ry one , Nor SIDNEY . 73.
... dart downe your rayes ; And if , from majestie of sacred lights Oppressing mortall sense , my death proceed , Wrackes triumphs be , which love , high set , doth breed . L BECAUSE I breathe not love to ev'ry one , Nor SIDNEY . 73.
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Страница 221 - Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings ; There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Страница 106 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Страница 138 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed : Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound.
Страница 267 - He makes the figs our mouths to meet And throws the melons at our feet; But apples, plants of such a price, No tree could ever bear them twice.
Страница 271 - Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the Flood, And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews.
Страница 227 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine ; Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage. But O, sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower ? Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what love did seek. Or call up him that left...
Страница 223 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequer'd shade...
Страница 267 - Ambergris on shore. He cast (of which we rather boast) The Gospel's Pearl upon our Coast. And in these Rocks for us did frame A Temple, where to sound his Name. Oh let our Voice his Praise exalt, Till it arrive at Heaven's Vault : Which thence (perhaps) rebounding may Echo beyond the Mexique Bay.
Страница 200 - Who would have thought my shrivelled heart Could have recovered greenness? It was gone Quite under ground; as flowers depart To see their mother-root, when they have blown; Where they together All the hard weather, Dead to the world, keep house unknown.
Страница 226 - 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; There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad, leaden, downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast.