The Book of Gems: Chaucer to PriorSamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1836 |
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... hath a chaplet Of roses red full pleasantly yset , And from the heade down unto her foot With sundry gums and ointementes soote She is enointe , sweeter for to smell . And all alofte , as these poets tell , Be doves white , fleeing ...
... hath a chaplet Of roses red full pleasantly yset , And from the heade down unto her foot With sundry gums and ointementes soote She is enointe , sweeter for to smell . And all alofte , as these poets tell , Be doves white , fleeing ...
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... hath his bow forgott , Although my lute and I have done . Vengeance shall fall on thy disdaine That makest but game of earnest payne , Think not alone under the sunn , Unquit to cause thy lovers playne , Although my lute and I have done ...
... hath his bow forgott , Although my lute and I have done . Vengeance shall fall on thy disdaine That makest but game of earnest payne , Think not alone under the sunn , Unquit to cause thy lovers playne , Although my lute and I have done ...
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... hath cladde the hyll , and eke the vale ; The nightingall with fethers new she singes ; The turtle to her mate hath told her tale ; Somer is come , for every spray now springes ; The hart hath hung hys olde head on the pale ; The bucke ...
... hath cladde the hyll , and eke the vale ; The nightingall with fethers new she singes ; The turtle to her mate hath told her tale ; Somer is come , for every spray now springes ; The hart hath hung hys olde head on the pale ; The bucke ...
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... hath made ? What colde agayne is able to restore My fresh grene yeares , that wither thus and fade ? Alas ! I see nothing hath hurt so sore But Tyme , in tyme reduceth a returne : In tyme my harme encreaseth more and more And seemes to ...
... hath made ? What colde agayne is able to restore My fresh grene yeares , that wither thus and fade ? Alas ! I see nothing hath hurt so sore But Tyme , in tyme reduceth a returne : In tyme my harme encreaseth more and more And seemes to ...
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... hath eke the darke opprest , And brought the day , it doth nothing abate The travayles of myne endless smarte and payne : For then as one that hath the light in hate , I wish for night more covertly to playne ; And me withdrawe from ...
... hath eke the darke opprest , And brought the day , it doth nothing abate The travayles of myne endless smarte and payne : For then as one that hath the light in hate , I wish for night more covertly to playne ; And me withdrawe from ...
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Æneid appears bear beauty Ben Jonson born breath brest Castara conceits court death delight desire dost doth Earl earth eyes face fair fame fancy fear flame flowers fortune genius gentle George Gascoigne GILES FLETCHER give glory grace grene griefe hand happy hart hast hath heart heaven honour Hudibras Inner Temple Jonson king kisse labour Lady LADY ANNE CLIFFORD learned light live look Lord love's lover mind mistress Muse nature never night noble nought Oxford passed passion PHINEAS FLETCHER pleasure poems Poet poetry Poly-olbion pow'r praise Queen rare rich scorne shee sighs sight sing Sir John Suckling Sir Philip Sidney song sonnets soul Spenser sunne sweet tears Tell thee thine things thou art thought truth unto verse versification vertue wanton Westminster Abbey winds Wood write youth
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Seite 168 - 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.
Seite 174 - Haste thee Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; 30 Sport, that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Seite 82 - 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.
Seite 174 - Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore...
Seite 213 - 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 fetter'd to her eye. The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Seite 220 - 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.
Seite 217 - And sends the fowls to us in care, On daily visits through the air ; He hangs in shades the orange bright, Like golden lamps in a green night...
Seite 160 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death.
Seite 208 - THE thirsty earth soaks up the rain, And drinks and gapes for drink again; The plants suck in the earth, and are With constant drinking fresh and fair; The sea itself (which one would think Should have but little need of drink) Drinks ten thousand rivers up, So fill'd that they o'erflow the cup. The busy Sun (and one would guess...
Seite 177 - Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus