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O langsum life ! and thou were gone , . . “ Then should I mourn no more ! ” As red
gold - wire shinit her hair , And all in green the may she glaid ; ' - Ane , bent bow
in her hand she bare , Under her belt were arrows braid . 4 , I followit on that ...
O langsum life ! and thou were gone , . . “ Then should I mourn no more ! ” As red
gold - wire shinit her hair , And all in green the may she glaid ; ' - Ane , bent bow
in her hand she bare , Under her belt were arrows braid . 4 , I followit on that ...
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... To worship them , like God on earth alone , That are as wolves these silly
lambs among ; I cannot with my words complain and moan , And suffer nought , -
- nor smart without complaint , - - - Nor turn the word that from my mouth is gone .
... To worship them , like God on earth alone , That are as wolves these silly
lambs among ; I cannot with my words complain and moan , And suffer nought , -
- nor smart without complaint , - - - Nor turn the word that from my mouth is gone .
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And what she said , I know it , I . I know she swore with raging mind , * Her
kingdom only set apart , There was no loss by law of kind That could have gone
so near her heart ; And this was chiefly all her pain , She could not make the like
again .
And what she said , I know it , I . I know she swore with raging mind , * Her
kingdom only set apart , There was no loss by law of kind That could have gone
so near her heart ; And this was chiefly all her pain , She could not make the like
again .
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I see them sitting all alone , Marking the steps , each word , and look ; And now
they tread where I have gone ! The painful path that I forsook ! I see them wander
all alone , And tread full fast in dreadful doubt The self - same path that I have ...
I see them sitting all alone , Marking the steps , each word , and look ; And now
they tread where I have gone ! The painful path that I forsook ! I see them wander
all alone , And tread full fast in dreadful doubt The self - same path that I have ...
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GIVE place , you ladies , and be gone . Boast not yourselves at all ! For here at
hand approacheth one Whose face will stain you all . The virtue of her lively looks
Excels the precious stone : I wish to have none other books To read or look upon
...
GIVE place , you ladies , and be gone . Boast not yourselves at all ! For here at
hand approacheth one Whose face will stain you all . The virtue of her lively looks
Excels the precious stone : I wish to have none other books To read or look upon
...
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Página 349 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O prepare it. My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Página 389 - I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be; But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee!
Página 352 - Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require.
Página 351 - 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.
Página 334 - Tell them that brave it most, They beg for more by spending, Who, in their greatest cost, Seek nothing but commending: And if they make reply Then give them all the lie.
Página 346 - Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night ' That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide...
Página 220 - Time drives the flocks from field to fold, When Rivers rage, and Rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb, The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields, To wayward winter reckoning yields, A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
Página 388 - Come, my Celia, let us prove, While we can, the sports of love, Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever; Spend not then his gifts in vain; Suns, that set, may rise again ; . But if once we lose this light, 'Tis with us perpetual night.
Página 243 - CUPID and my Campaspe played At cards for kisses — Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows ; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin ; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me?* THE SONGS...
Página 348 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head ? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engender'd in the eyes, With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell ALL.
Informações bibliográficas
| Título | Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed an Historical Sketch of the Rise and Progress of the English Poetry and Language, Volume 1 Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed an Historical Sketch of the Rise and Progress of the English Poetry and Language, George Ellis |
| Autor | George Ellis |
| Colaboradores | William Bulmer, Bulmer & Company |
| Edição | 3 |
| Editora | W. Bulmer and Company, 1803 |
| Original de | Oxford University |
| Digitalizado | 14 dez. 2006 |
| Num. págs. | 458 páginas |
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