Specimens of the early English poets [ed. by G. Ellis.]. To which is prefixed an historical sketch of the rise and progress of the English poetry and language. By G. Ellis, Volume 2 |
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Vengeance shall fall on thy disdain That makest but game on earnest pain : Think
not alone under the sun Unquit to cause thy lover ' s plaine , Although my lute
and I have done . May chance thee lie withered and old In winter nights that are ...
Vengeance shall fall on thy disdain That makest but game on earnest pain : Think
not alone under the sun Unquit to cause thy lover ' s plaine , Although my lute
and I have done . May chance thee lie withered and old In winter nights that are ...
Page 76
But seeing now that I am caught , And bound so fast I cannot flee ; Be ye by mine
ensample taught , That in your fancies feel you free ; Despise not them that lovers
are , Lest you be caught within his snare . The Lover not regarded in earnest ...
But seeing now that I am caught , And bound so fast I cannot flee ; Be ye by mine
ensample taught , That in your fancies feel you free ; Despise not them that lovers
are , Lest you be caught within his snare . The Lover not regarded in earnest ...
Page 191
How at last agreed these lovers ? She was fair , and he was young ; The tongue
may tell what th ' eye discovers , Joys unseen are never sung . Did she consent
Or he relent , Accepts he night , or grants she noon , Left he her a maid Or not ...
How at last agreed these lovers ? She was fair , and he was young ; The tongue
may tell what th ' eye discovers , Joys unseen are never sung . Did she consent
Or he relent , Accepts he night , or grants she noon , Left he her a maid Or not ...
Page 207
THE LOVER ' S PRAYER . [ From the Epithalamion . ] om Ah ! when will this long
weary day have end , And lend me leave to come unto my love ? How slowly do
the hours their numbers spend ? How slowly doth sad time his feathers move ?
THE LOVER ' S PRAYER . [ From the Epithalamion . ] om Ah ! when will this long
weary day have end , And lend me leave to come unto my love ? How slowly do
the hours their numbers spend ? How slowly doth sad time his feathers move ?
Page 292
Then amongst flowers and springs , Making delightful sport , Sate lovers , without
conflict , without shame , And nymphs and shepherds sings , Mixing in wanton
sort Whisperings with songs , then kisses with the same Which from affection ...
Then amongst flowers and springs , Making delightful sport , Sate lovers , without
conflict , without shame , And nymphs and shepherds sings , Mixing in wanton
sort Whisperings with songs , then kisses with the same Which from affection ...
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