Specimens of the Early English Poets,: To which is Prefixed, an Historical Sketch of the Rise and Progress of the English Poetry and Language;Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, Paternoster-Row., 1811 |
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... honour than emolument . After the death of James V. in 1542 , he is said to have enjoyed a degree of favour with the earl of Arran ; but having been deprived of this by means of a court intrigue , he retired to his country seat , where ...
... honour than emolument . After the death of James V. in 1542 , he is said to have enjoyed a degree of favour with the earl of Arran ; but having been deprived of this by means of a court intrigue , he retired to his country seat , where ...
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... honour and mine : 4 " But now he gais another gait , " And has no eye to my estate , * " Which does me all this pyne.5 3 " It does me pyne that I may prove , " That makis me thus mourning mo . My love he loves another love ; 66 66 ...
... honour and mine : 4 " But now he gais another gait , " And has no eye to my estate , * " Which does me all this pyne.5 3 " It does me pyne that I may prove , " That makis me thus mourning mo . My love he loves another love ; 66 66 ...
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... honour of his Geraldine , and at another exhi- bited at Windsor , in the king's presence , in 1540. He served with great distinction in his father's army , which marched against the Scots in 1542 , and contributed , by bis skill and ...
... honour of his Geraldine , and at another exhi- bited at Windsor , in the king's presence , in 1540. He served with great distinction in his father's army , which marched against the Scots in 1542 , and contributed , by bis skill and ...
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... Honour the place that such a jewel bred , And kiss the ground whereas thy corse doth rest ! Of the same . 2 WYATT resteth here , that quick could never rest , Whose heavenly gifts increased by disdain , And virtue sank the deeper in his ...
... Honour the place that such a jewel bred , And kiss the ground whereas thy corse doth rest ! Of the same . 2 WYATT resteth here , that quick could never rest , Whose heavenly gifts increased by disdain , And virtue sank the deeper in his ...
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... and would have " done honour to Pope's ethic epistles . " But he is still more remarkable as being the second English poet , after lord Surrey , who wrote in blank verse ; to 9 whose style he added new strength , elegance , and [ 68 ]
... and would have " done honour to Pope's ethic epistles . " But he is still more remarkable as being the second English poet , after lord Surrey , who wrote in blank verse ; to 9 whose style he added new strength , elegance , and [ 68 ]
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Astrophel and Stella beauty bird bliss born breast Chaucer cheer court Cupid dainty dame dear death delight disdain doth E'en earl England's Helicon English eyes fair faith farewell favour fear flowers following specimens Gloss Gorboduc grace green Greensleeves grief hairs Harpalus hath heart heaven Henry VIII honour king kiss lady live look Lord Love's Lover lullaby lute Macedon mind mourning Muse never night nought pain pleasant poems poetical poetry poets praise prep printed pron Puttenham Queen reign Ritson's scorn shepherd shew sighs sight sing Sir Thomas Wyatt Sith SONG SONNET soul summer queen Surrey sweet tears tell thee thine thing thou thought three ravens translated tree unto verse Vide Sibbald Warton wight wind wine Wood words worth marriage wouldest not love youth
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Página 220 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Página 342 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
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 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 221 - A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten ; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps, and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.
Página 358 - If he be addict to vice, Quickly him they will entice ; If to women he be bent, They have at commandement : But if Fortune once do frown, Then farewell his great renown ; They that fawn'd on him before Use his company no more. He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need : If thou sorrow, he will weep ; If thou wake, he cannot sleep ; Thus of every grief in heart He with thee doth bear a part. These are certain signs to know Faithful friend from flattering foe.
Página 348 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished! Reply, reply. It is engendered 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.
Página 263 - My true love hath my heart and I have his. His heart in me keeps him and me in one, My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides; He loves my heart, for once it was his own, I cherish his, because in me it bides. My true love hath my heart and I have his.
Página 355 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.
Página 243 - At cards for kisses, Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows...