Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed an Historical Sketch of the Rise and Progress of the English Poetry and Language, Volume 1Bulmer, 1803 - 458 pages |
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... dying heart . THE sun hath twice brought forth his tender green , Twice clad the earth in lively lustiness ; Once have the winds the trees despoiled clean , And once again begins their cruelness ; Since I have hid under my breast the ...
... dying heart . THE sun hath twice brought forth his tender green , Twice clad the earth in lively lustiness ; Once have the winds the trees despoiled clean , And once again begins their cruelness ; Since I have hid under my breast the ...
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... died about 1563 , and that his death of Zoroas is translated from the Alexandreid of Gualtherus . The following specimens are all taken from Tottel's miscel- lany before - mentioned . THE Praise of Measure - keeping . HE ancient time ...
... died about 1563 , and that his death of Zoroas is translated from the Alexandreid of Gualtherus . The following specimens are all taken from Tottel's miscel- lany before - mentioned . THE Praise of Measure - keeping . HE ancient time ...
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... died chief - justiciary of Ireland , 1548 . George Boleyn , viscount Rochford , brother to queen Anne Boleyn , with whom he was most unjustly accused of a criminal intimacy , was beheaded on this suspicion in May , 1536. He was the idol ...
... died chief - justiciary of Ireland , 1548 . George Boleyn , viscount Rochford , brother to queen Anne Boleyn , with whom he was most unjustly accused of a criminal intimacy , was beheaded on this suspicion in May , 1536. He was the idol ...
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... died in 1549 ; and his psalms were printed in the same year , by Edward Whitchurch . JOHN HOPKINS , a clergyman and schoolmaster in Suffolk , rather a better poet than Sternhold , added 58 psalms to the list . Of the other.
... died in 1549 ; and his psalms were printed in the same year , by Edward Whitchurch . JOHN HOPKINS , a clergyman and schoolmaster in Suffolk , rather a better poet than Sternhold , added 58 psalms to the list . Of the other.
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... died in 1566 , much esteemed by his contemporaries for the variety of his talents , being at once the best fiddler , mimic , and sonneteer of the court . He composed three theatrical pieces , viz . Damon and Py- thias ( printed in ...
... died in 1566 , much esteemed by his contemporaries for the variety of his talents , being at once the best fiddler , mimic , and sonneteer of the court . He composed three theatrical pieces , viz . Damon and Py- thias ( printed in ...
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Page 349 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O prepare it. My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Page 389 - I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be; But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee!
Page 352 - Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require.
Page 351 - Fear no more the frown o' the great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Page 334 - Tell them that brave it most, They beg for more by spending, Who, in their greatest cost, Seek nothing but commending: And if they make reply Then give them all the lie.
Page 346 - Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night ' That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide...
Page 220 - Time drives the flocks from field to fold, When Rivers rage, and Rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb, The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields, To wayward winter reckoning yields, A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
Page 388 - Come, my Celia, let us prove, While we can, the sports of love, Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever; Spend not then his gifts in vain; Suns, that set, may rise again ; . But if once we lose this light, 'Tis with us perpetual night.
Page 243 - CUPID and my Campaspe played At cards for kisses — Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows ; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin ; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me?* THE SONGS...
Page 348 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head ? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engender'd in the eyes, With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell ALL.