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 1Bulmer, 1803 - 458 páginas |
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Página 98
... sighing voice weep and lament , For of thy hope no fruit appears : Thy true meaning is paid with scorn , That ever sow'th and reap'th no corn . And where thou seeks a quiet port , Thou dost but weigh against the wind ; · Love . I For ...
... sighing voice weep and lament , For of thy hope no fruit appears : Thy true meaning is paid with scorn , That ever sow'th and reap'th no corn . And where thou seeks a quiet port , Thou dost but weigh against the wind ; · Love . I For ...
Página 101
... sighs , the bitter tears That I in vain have wasted , The broken sleeps , the wo and fears , That long in me have lasted , The love , and all I owe to thee , Here I renounce , and make me free . The fruits were fair the which did grow ...
... sighs , the bitter tears That I in vain have wasted , The broken sleeps , the wo and fears , That long in me have lasted , The love , and all I owe to thee , Here I renounce , and make me free . The fruits were fair the which did grow ...
Página 109
... sighs and sorrows shrill , He ' gan to tell his tale : " O Harpalus ! " thus would he say , " Unhappiest under sun ! • Uncombed . So ed . I. - Ed 1567 , “ shent . ” Overwatched , tired with watching . * Besprinkled . " The cause of ...
... sighs and sorrows shrill , He ' gan to tell his tale : " O Harpalus ! " thus would he say , " Unhappiest under sun ! • Uncombed . So ed . I. - Ed 1567 , “ shent . ” Overwatched , tired with watching . * Besprinkled . " The cause of ...
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... sigh , and say " Wo worth marriage for evermair ! " Maidens , ye may have great pleasànce " For to do Venus observance , 66 Though I inclosit be with care , " That I dare neither sing nor dance . " Wo worth marriage for evermair ...
... sigh , and say " Wo worth marriage for evermair ! " Maidens , ye may have great pleasànce " For to do Venus observance , 66 Though I inclosit be with care , " That I dare neither sing nor dance . " Wo worth marriage for evermair ...
Página 167
... there- fore , Go , go ! -go , seek some other - where , importune me no more ! How many weeping eyes I made to pine in wo , How many sighing hearts , I have not skill to show . But I the prouder grew , and still thus spake [ 167 ]
... there- fore , Go , go ! -go , seek some other - where , importune me no more ! How many weeping eyes I made to pine in wo , How many sighing hearts , I have not skill to show . But I the prouder grew , and still thus spake [ 167 ]
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Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed an ..., Volume 1 George Ellis Visualização completa - 1801 |
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Astrophel and Stella beauty bird bliss born breast Chaucer cheer Christ's College 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 lov'd Love's lover lullaby lute mind mourning Muse never night nought Oxford pain pity poems poetical poetry poets praise prep printed pron Puttenham Queen reign scorn shepherd sighs sight sing Sir Philip Sidney Sir Thomas Wyatt Sith song SONNET soul summer queen sweet tears tell thee thine thing thou thought translated tree unto verse Vide Sibbald Warton wight wind wine Wood words worth marriage wouldest not love youth
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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.