Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed, an Historical Sketch of the Rise and Progress of the English Poetry and Language,Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1811 |
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... sense , Condemn what is our excellence . The air , immortal souls , the skies , The angels in their hierarchies , Unseen , to all things seen dispense Breath , life , protection , influence . Our high conceptions crave a mind From earth ...
... sense , Condemn what is our excellence . The air , immortal souls , the skies , The angels in their hierarchies , Unseen , to all things seen dispense Breath , life , protection , influence . Our high conceptions crave a mind From earth ...
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... the fair , " Think you that he excludeth love ? " These eyes again thine eyes shall see , " And hands again these hands infold ; " And all chaste pleasures can be told " Shall with us everlasting be . " For if no use of sense remain " When.
... the fair , " Think you that he excludeth love ? " These eyes again thine eyes shall see , " And hands again these hands infold ; " And all chaste pleasures can be told " Shall with us everlasting be . " For if no use of sense remain " When.
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... sense remain " When bodies once this life forsake , " Or they could no delight partake , " Why should they ever rise again ? * * * * * " Let then no doubt , Celinda , touch , " Much less your fairest mind invade : " Were not our souls ...
... sense remain " When bodies once this life forsake , " Or they could no delight partake , " Why should they ever rise again ? * * * * * " Let then no doubt , Celinda , touch , " Much less your fairest mind invade : " Were not our souls ...
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... sense in sin that lowers . What soul can be so sick , which by thy songs Attir'd in sweetness sweetly is not driven Quite to forget earth's turmoils , spites , and wrongs , ' And lift a reverend eye and thought to heaven ? Sweet artless ...
... sense in sin that lowers . What soul can be so sick , which by thy songs Attir'd in sweetness sweetly is not driven Quite to forget earth's turmoils , spites , and wrongs , ' And lift a reverend eye and thought to heaven ? Sweet artless ...
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... senses light , mind's perspective 3 kept blind , Now like imagin'd landscape in the air , And weeping rain - bows her best joys I find : Or if ought here is had that praise should have , It is an obscure life and silent I " fast . " 3 ...
... senses light , mind's perspective 3 kept blind , Now like imagin'd landscape in the air , And weeping rain - bows her best joys I find : Or if ought here is had that praise should have , It is an obscure life and silent I " fast . " 3 ...
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Page 84 - I how great she be? Great, or good, or kind, or fair, I will ne'er the more despair! If she love me, this believe, I will die ere she shall grieve! If she slight me, when I woo, I can scorn, and let her go! For if she be not for me, What care I for whom she be?
Page 195 - ON A GIRDLE THAT which her slender waist confined Shall now my joyful temples bind : No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done.
Page 251 - Her cheeks so rare a white was on, No daisy makes comparison, (Who sees them is undone), For streaks of red were mingled there, Such as are on a Catherine pear 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 194 - 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. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, — How...
Page 277 - 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 390 - scape, Rivals and Falsehood soon appear In a more dreadful shape. By such degrees to joy they come, And are so long withstood, So slowly they receive the sum, It hardly does them good. 'Tis cruel to prolong a pain; And to defer a joy, Believe me, gentle Celemene, Offends the winged boy.
Page 222 - 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.
Page 73 - And Phoebus in his chair Ensaffroning sea and air Makes vanish every star: Night like a drunkard reels Beyond the hills to shun his flaming wheels: The fields...
Page 290 - If I should tell the politic arts To take and keep men's hearts ; The letters, embassies, and spies, The frowns and smiles and flatteries, The quarrels, tears, and perjuries, (Numberless, nameless mysteries...
Page 275 - 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.