Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed, an Historical Sketch of the Rise and Progress of the English Poetry and Language, with a Biography of Each Poet, &c, Volume 3H. Washbourne, 1845 |
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... stay , But , ere she wakes , hies thence apace . Scarce was he gone when she awakes , And spies the shepherd standing by ; Her bended bow in haste she takes , And at the simple swain let fly . Forth flew the shaft , and pierc'd his ...
... stay , But , ere she wakes , hies thence apace . Scarce was he gone when she awakes , And spies the shepherd standing by ; Her bended bow in haste she takes , And at the simple swain let fly . Forth flew the shaft , and pierc'd his ...
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... stay not long , but come , my dear , And knit our marriage knot ; Each hour a day , each month a year , Thou know'st I think , God wot . Delay not then , like worldly men , Good works till wither'd age : ' Bove other things the King of ...
... stay not long , but come , my dear , And knit our marriage knot ; Each hour a day , each month a year , Thou know'st I think , God wot . Delay not then , like worldly men , Good works till wither'd age : ' Bove other things the King of ...
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... sonnet's ending . I thought to move this dame of love , But she was gone already : Wherefore I pray , that those that stay May find their loves as steady ! PHINEAS FLETCHER WAS of a Kentish family , cousin to 42 REIGN OF JAMES I.
... sonnet's ending . I thought to move this dame of love , But she was gone already : Wherefore I pray , that those that stay May find their loves as steady ! PHINEAS FLETCHER WAS of a Kentish family , cousin to 42 REIGN OF JAMES I.
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... stay longer if we durst- Away . - Alas , that he that first Gave Time wild wings , to fly away , Has now no power to make him stay ! But though these games must needs be play'd , I would this pair , when they are laid , And not a ...
... stay longer if we durst- Away . - Alas , that he that first Gave Time wild wings , to fly away , Has now no power to make him stay ! But though these games must needs be play'd , I would this pair , when they are laid , And not a ...
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... once thy heart surprise . * * Now Flora deck thyself in fairest guise ! If that ye , Winds , would hear A voice surpassing far Amphion's lyre , Your furious ' chiding stay ! Let Zephyr only breathe 64 REIGN OF JAMES I.
... once thy heart surprise . * * Now Flora deck thyself in fairest guise ! If that ye , Winds , would hear A voice surpassing far Amphion's lyre , Your furious ' chiding stay ! Let Zephyr only breathe 64 REIGN OF JAMES I.
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Page 176 - Go, lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Page 25 - Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow.
Page 122 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings. Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 204 - CAPTAIN or colonel, or knight in arms, Whose chance on these defenceless doors may seize, If deed of honour did thee ever please, Guard them, and him within protect from harms. He can requite thee, for he knows the charms That call fame on such gentle acts as these, And he can spread thy name o'er lands and seas, Whatever clime the sun's bright circle warms. Lift not thy spear against the Muses...
Page 255 - TELL me not, sweet, I am unkind, — That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field ; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you, too, shall adore ; I could not love thee, dear, so much. Loved I not honour more.
Page 224 - ... lover? Prithee why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do't?
Page 256 - Prison WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates — When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Page 231 - The side that's next the sun. Her lips were red, and one was thin, Compar'd to that was next her chin (Some bee had stung it newly) ; But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face ; I durst no more upon them gaze Than on the sun in July.
Page 90 - The strange music of the waves Beating on these hollow caves, This black den which rocks emboss, Overgrown with eldest moss, The rude portals that give light More to terror than delight, This my chamber of neglect Walled about with disrespect, From all these and this dull air,— A fit object for despair, — She hath taught me, by her might, To draw comfort and delight.
Page 203 - Now the bright Morning Star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose.