The British Poets, Том 3

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Little, Brown & Company, 1866

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Страница 187 - Fresh shadowes, fit to shroud from sunny ray; Faire lawnds, to take the sunne in season dew ; Sweet springs, in which a thousand Nymphs did play ; Soft rombling brookes, that gentle slomber drew...
Страница 197 - As if some blame of evill she did feare, That in her cheekes made roses oft appeare : And her against sweet Cherefulnesse was placed, Whose eyes, like twinkling stars in evening cleare, Were deckt with smyles that all sad humors chaced, And darted forth delights the which her goodly graced.
Страница 13 - And all within, the riven walls were hung With ragged monuments of times forepast, All which the sad effects of discord sung...
Страница 98 - His name was Care ; a blacksmith by his trade, That neither day nor night from working spared, But to small purpose yron wedges made ; Those be unquiet thoughts that carefull minds invade.
Страница 210 - Then was there heard a most celestiall sound Of dainty musicke, which did next ensew Before the spouse : that was Arion crownd ; Who, playing on his harpe, unto him drew The eares and hearts of all that goodly crew, That even yet the Dolphin, which him bore Through the Agsan seas from Pirates vew, Stood still by him astonisht at his lore, And all the raging seas for joy forgot to rore.
Страница 163 - When all three kinds of love together meet And doe dispart the hart with powre extreme, Whether shall weigh the balance downe...
Страница 39 - How may these rimes, so rude as doth appeare, Hope to endure, sith workes of heavenly wits Are quite devourd, and brought to nought by little bits ! XXXIV.
Страница 349 - For that same crocodile Osyris is, That under Isis feete doth sleepe for ever ; To shew that clemence oft, in things amis, Restraines those sterne behests and cruell doomes of his.
Страница 199 - She often prayd, and often me besought, Sometime with tender teares to let her goe, Sometime with witching smyles ; but yet, for nought That ever...
Страница 266 - Likewise the earth is not augmented more By all that dying into it doe fade ; For of the earth they formed were of yore : However gay their blossome or their blade Doe flourish now, they into dust shall vade. What wrong then is it if that when they die They turne to that whereof they first were made ? All in the powre of their great Maker lie: All creatures must obey the voice of the Most Hie.