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 halaman |
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... hands how she did cry ! And what she said , I know it , I. I know she swore with raging mind , Her kingdom only set apart , There was no loss by law of kind That could have gone so near her heart ; And this was chiefly all her pain ...
... hands how she did cry ! And what she said , I know it , I. I know she swore with raging mind , Her kingdom only set apart , There was no loss by law of kind That could have gone so near her heart ; And this was chiefly all her pain ...
Halaman 63
... in virtue to rejoice : Amid great storms whom grace assured so To live upright , and smile at Fortune's choice . So ed I.-Ed. 1567 , " the corpse " . 2 Alive . 3 An anvil . A hand , that taught what might be said in LORD SURREY . 63.
... in virtue to rejoice : Amid great storms whom grace assured so To live upright , and smile at Fortune's choice . So ed I.-Ed. 1567 , " the corpse " . 2 Alive . 3 An anvil . A hand , that taught what might be said in LORD SURREY . 63.
Halaman 64
... hand , that taught what might be said in rhyme , That reft Chaucer the glory of his wit ; A mark the which ( unparfited , for time ) Some may approach , but never none shall hit . A tongue , that serv'd in foreign realms his king ...
... hand , that taught what might be said in rhyme , That reft Chaucer the glory of his wit ; A mark the which ( unparfited , for time ) Some may approach , but never none shall hit . A tongue , that serv'd in foreign realms his king ...
Halaman 74
... . -Shaking her bloody hands Bellone among The Perses sow'th all kind of cruel death . Right over stood in snow - white armour brave 1 Ed . 1567 , " friendly . " The Memphite Zoroas , a cunning clerk ; To whom 74 NICHOLAS GRIMOALD .
... . -Shaking her bloody hands Bellone among The Perses sow'th all kind of cruel death . Right over stood in snow - white armour brave 1 Ed . 1567 , " friendly . " The Memphite Zoroas , a cunning clerk ; To whom 74 NICHOLAS GRIMOALD .
Halaman 75
... hand desirous to be slain , The boldest beurn , ' and worthiest in the field . And as a wight now weary of his life , And seeking death , in first front of his rage Comes desperately to Alexander's face ; At him , with darts , one after ...
... hand desirous to be slain , The boldest beurn , ' and worthiest in the field . And as a wight now weary of his life , And seeking death , in first front of his rage Comes desperately to Alexander's face ; At him , with darts , one after ...
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Halaman 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.
Halaman 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!
Halaman 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.
Halaman 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.
Halaman 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.
Halaman 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...
Halaman 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.
Halaman 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.
Halaman 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...
Halaman 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.