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... ev'ry thing we see , And nothing constant seems to be . Who floweth most in worldly wealth , of wealth is most unsure , And he that chiefly tastes of joy , doth sometime woe endure : Who vaunteth most of numb'red friends , forego them ...
... ev'ry thing we see , And nothing constant seems to be . Who floweth most in worldly wealth , of wealth is most unsure , And he that chiefly tastes of joy , doth sometime woe endure : Who vaunteth most of numb'red friends , forego them ...
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... ev'ry blast arise Weak and unfelt as these rejected sighs ! Safe o'er the wild , no perils may'st thou see , No griefs endure , nor weep , false youth , like me . ' * Broke was his tuneful pipe Eclogue II . That charm'd the crystal ...
... ev'ry blast arise Weak and unfelt as these rejected sighs ! Safe o'er the wild , no perils may'st thou see , No griefs endure , nor weep , false youth , like me . ' * Broke was his tuneful pipe Eclogue II . That charm'd the crystal ...
Page 65
... ev'ry hour a step towards thee . At night when I betake to rest , Next morn I rise nearer my west Of life , almost by eight hours sail , Than when sleep breath'd his drowsy gale . Thus from the sun my bottom steers , And my day's ...
... ev'ry hour a step towards thee . At night when I betake to rest , Next morn I rise nearer my west Of life , almost by eight hours sail , Than when sleep breath'd his drowsy gale . Thus from the sun my bottom steers , And my day's ...
Page 67
... ev'ry step I go . Sir John Beaumont's Poema . THE FUNERALS OF THE HON . GEO . TALBOT , ESQ . MY BEST FRIEND AND KINSMAN . Go , stop the swift wing'd moments in their flight To their yet unknown coast ; go , hinder night From its ...
... ev'ry step I go . Sir John Beaumont's Poema . THE FUNERALS OF THE HON . GEO . TALBOT , ESQ . MY BEST FRIEND AND KINSMAN . Go , stop the swift wing'd moments in their flight To their yet unknown coast ; go , hinder night From its ...
Page 85
... ev'ry rose , You'll find a scent , a blush of her in those ; Fish , fish for pearl or coral , there you'll see How oriental all her colours be . Go call the echoes to your aid , and cry , Chloris , Chloris ; for that's her name for whom ...
... ev'ry rose , You'll find a scent , a blush of her in those ; Fish , fish for pearl or coral , there you'll see How oriental all her colours be . Go call the echoes to your aid , and cry , Chloris , Chloris ; for that's her name for whom ...
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Æneid Alcon battle of Agincourt beauty bird blood breast breath BROOMHOLM Castara Comus dead dear death didst dost doth Drayton DRUMMOND dust earth Eclogue Edit ELEGY epitaph Essay on Criticism ev'ry face fair fame fate fear Fletcher flowers GILES FLETCHER glory Gondibert grace grave grief hadst hand hast hath hear hearse heart heaven honour hope hour king King's Poems light lines live Livy look Lord Methinks Milton mind Muse ne'er never night numbers o'er Philomel Picts pleasure poetry poets Poly-Olbion Pope praise Quarles queen racter ROBERT SOUTHWELL saints Scythian seem'd shine sigh silent silver planet sing sleep smile song sorrow soul Spenser spirit star sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thyself tomb unto verse Virbius Virtue's virtues voice whilst wind wings winter's youth
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Page 114 - Shake hands forever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Page 65 - Thou wilt not wake Till I thy fate shall overtake: Till age, or grief, or sickness must Marry my body to that dust It so much loves, and fill the room My heart keeps empty in thy tomb. Stay for me there: I will not fail To meet thee in that hollow vale.
Page 137 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me : I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Page 114 - Love's latest breath, When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies, When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And Innocence is closing up his eyes — Now, if thou would'st, when all have given him over, From death to life thou might'st him yet recover!
Page 22 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Page 149 - While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind ; But more...
Page 75 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
Page 33 - That flesh is but the glass t which holds the dust That measures all our time, which also shall Be crumbled into dust.
Page 106 - Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky, In joyless fields and thorny thickets, leaves His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man His annual visit. Half afraid, he first Against the window beats; then, brisk, alights On the warm hearth; then, hopping o'er the floor, Eyes all the smiling family askance, And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is; Till more familiar grown, the table-crumbs Attract his slender feet.
Page 89 - The turtle to her make hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.