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Jeff Yea ! and that with so shameful pride , That to tell it is not possible : More like
a god celestial Than any creature mortal , With worldly pomp incredible . Before
him rideth two priests strong , And they bear two crosses right long , Gaping in ...
Jeff Yea ! and that with so shameful pride , That to tell it is not possible : More like
a god celestial Than any creature mortal , With worldly pomp incredible . Before
him rideth two priests strong , And they bear two crosses right long , Gaping in ...
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... Procured with angels ' subsidy ; 2 . And , as they say , in time of rain , Four of
his gentlemen are fain To hold over it a canopy . * Cul . Fr . Purchased at the
court of Rome Au angel is a well - known coin . Beside this , to tell thee more
news ...
... Procured with angels ' subsidy ; 2 . And , as they say , in time of rain , Four of
his gentlemen are fain To hold over it a canopy . * Cul . Fr . Purchased at the
court of Rome Au angel is a well - known coin . Beside this , to tell thee more
news ...
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Beside this , to tell thee more news , He hath a pair of costly shoes , Which
seldom touch any ground ; They are so goodly and curious , All of gold and
stones precious , Costing many a thousand pound . Wat . And who did for these
shoes pay ...
Beside this , to tell thee more news , He hath a pair of costly shoes , Which
seldom touch any ground ; They are so goodly and curious , All of gold and
stones precious , Costing many a thousand pound . Wat . And who did for these
shoes pay ...
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This great disease for love I dre ; s “ There is no tongue can tell the wo : “ I love
the love that loves not me ; “ I may not mend , but mourning mo , “ While God
send some remeid “ Through destiny or deid . 7 “ I am his friend , and he my foe .
This great disease for love I dre ; s “ There is no tongue can tell the wo : “ I love
the love that loves not me ; “ I may not mend , but mourning mo , “ While God
send some remeid “ Through destiny or deid . 7 “ I am his friend , and he my foe .
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To which is Prefixed an Historical Sketch of the Rise and Progress of the English
Poetry and Language George Ellis. And said , “ Fair lady , at this tide “ ( With
leave ) ye man abide , “ And tell me who you hither sent ? “ Or why ye bear your
bow ...
To which is Prefixed an Historical Sketch of the Rise and Progress of the English
Poetry and Language George Ellis. And said , “ Fair lady , at this tide “ ( With
leave ) ye man abide , “ And tell me who you hither sent ? “ Or why ye bear your
bow ...
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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.
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| 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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