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 31801 |
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... grace , That all is work , and no where space . It is a sweet delicious morn Where day is breeding , never born : It is a meadow yet unshorn , Which thousand flowers do adorn . It is the heaven's bright reflex , Weak eyes to dazzle and ...
... grace , That all is work , and no where space . It is a sweet delicious morn Where day is breeding , never born : It is a meadow yet unshorn , Which thousand flowers do adorn . It is the heaven's bright reflex , Weak eyes to dazzle and ...
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... grace- Where thou didst haunt , yet I adore the ground ! And where thou stept - O sacred seems that place ! My solitary walks , my widow'd bed , My dreary sighs , my sheets oft bath'd with tears , These can record the life that I have ...
... grace- Where thou didst haunt , yet I adore the ground ! And where thou stept - O sacred seems that place ! My solitary walks , my widow'd bed , My dreary sighs , my sheets oft bath'd with tears , These can record the life that I have ...
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... grace those banks , And nymphs had their abiding ; · Here as I staid , I saw a maid , A beauteous lovely creature ; With angel face , and goddess ' grace , Of such exceeding feature : Her looks did so astonish me , And set my heart a ...
... grace those banks , And nymphs had their abiding ; · Here as I staid , I saw a maid , A beauteous lovely creature ; With angel face , and goddess ' grace , Of such exceeding feature : Her looks did so astonish me , And set my heart a ...
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... grace , Come as thou wilt , and what thou wilt bequeath , I long to kiss the image of my death . SONNET TO HIS LUTE . My lute , be as thou wast , when thou didst grow With thy green mother in some shady grove , When immelodious winds ...
... grace , Come as thou wilt , and what thou wilt bequeath , I long to kiss the image of my death . SONNET TO HIS LUTE . My lute , be as thou wast , when thou didst grow With thy green mother in some shady grove , When immelodious winds ...
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... grace , I now must leave you all alone of love to plain ; And never pipe , nor never sing again . I must , for evermore , be gone , And therefore bid I you , And every one , Adieu ! I die ! For , oh ! I feel Death's horrors drawing nigh ...
... grace , I now must leave you all alone of love to plain ; And never pipe , nor never sing again . I must , for evermore , be gone , And therefore bid I you , And every one , Adieu ! I die ! For , oh ! I feel Death's horrors drawing nigh ...
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Admet Anon Beaumont and Fletcher beauty beauty's birds blush born breast breath Carew CASTARA Celia Charles II chaste cheek Chloris court Cupid dear death delight died disdain dost doth earth Edgar Atheling English eyes face fair fancy fate fear flame flowers folly FRANCIS BEAUMONT grace Greensleeves grief happy hath hear heart heaven hope Isaac Walton John Hall joys Julius Cæsar king kiss Laius language lips live lord lov'd love's lover maid MATTHEW STEVENSON melancholy miscellany mistress morn muse ne'er never night nymph o'er Oxford pain is love passion Phillis Picts pleasure poems poet poetry pride printed Prithee reign rose Saxon scorn Shakspeare shew sigh sing smile SONG SONNET sorrow soul specimen spring stanzas swain sweet taste tears tell thee thine thing thou art thought wanton Whilst wind wings wouldest not love youth