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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Halaman 13
... Nymph wound herself with his arrows 1 . Ir chanc'd of late a shepherd's swain , That went to seek a strayed sheep , Within a thicket , on the plain , Espied a dainty nymph asleep . Her golden hair o'erspread her face , Her careless arms ...
... Nymph wound herself with his arrows 1 . Ir chanc'd of late a shepherd's swain , That went to seek a strayed sheep , Within a thicket , on the plain , Espied a dainty nymph asleep . Her golden hair o'erspread her face , Her careless arms ...
Halaman 14
... nymph he ran amain . Amaz'd to see so strange a sight , She shot , and shot , but all in vain : The more his wounds , the more his might , Love yieldeth strength in midst of pain . Her angry eyes are great with tears , She blames 14 ...
... nymph he ran amain . Amaz'd to see so strange a sight , She shot , and shot , but all in vain : The more his wounds , the more his might , Love yieldeth strength in midst of pain . Her angry eyes are great with tears , She blames 14 ...
Halaman 15
... nymph , try not thy shaft ! Each little touch will prick the heart ; Alas ! thou know'st not Cupid's craft , Revenge is joy , the end is smart . Yet try she will , and prick some bare ; Her hands were glov'd , and next to hand Was that ...
... nymph , try not thy shaft ! Each little touch will prick the heart ; Alas ! thou know'st not Cupid's craft , Revenge is joy , the end is smart . Yet try she will , and prick some bare ; Her hands were glov'd , and next to hand Was that ...
Halaman 21
... Nymph , take this quiver and this bow- Diana such , in shape and show ; When with her star - like train she crowns Eurotas ' banks , or Cynthus ' downs . There chace the Calydonian boar ; Here see Actæon fly GEORGE SANDYS . 21.
... Nymph , take this quiver and this bow- Diana such , in shape and show ; When with her star - like train she crowns Eurotas ' banks , or Cynthus ' downs . There chace the Calydonian boar ; Here see Actæon fly GEORGE SANDYS . 21.
Halaman 40
... in ranks did grace 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 40.
... in ranks did grace 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 40.
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Halaman 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.
Halaman 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.
Halaman 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.
Halaman 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...
Halaman 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.
Halaman 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?
Halaman 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.
Halaman 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.
Halaman 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.
Halaman 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.