Specimens of the Early English Poets, Volume 1Edwards, 1790 - 323 páginas |
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... wings , The morn not waking till she fings . Hark , hark , with what a pretty throat , Poor Robin red - breast tunes his note ; Hark how the jolly cuckoos fing Cuckoo , to welcome in the fpring . SONG . O FOR a bowl of fat Canary , Rich ...
... wings , The morn not waking till she fings . Hark , hark , with what a pretty throat , Poor Robin red - breast tunes his note ; Hark how the jolly cuckoos fing Cuckoo , to welcome in the fpring . SONG . O FOR a bowl of fat Canary , Rich ...
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... wing doth go . What fools are they that have not known That love likes no laws but his own . My fongs they be of Cynthia's praise , I wear her rings on holidays , On I write her name , every tree And every day I read the fame ; Where ...
... wing doth go . What fools are they that have not known That love likes no laws but his own . My fongs they be of Cynthia's praise , I wear her rings on holidays , On I write her name , every tree And every day I read the fame ; Where ...
Página 115
... , You may know him among twenty : All his body is a fire , And his breath a flame entire : Which , being shot like lightning in , Wounds the heart , but not the skin , Wings he hath , which though ye clip , He BEN JONSON . 115.
... , You may know him among twenty : All his body is a fire , And his breath a flame entire : Which , being shot like lightning in , Wounds the heart , but not the skin , Wings he hath , which though ye clip , He BEN JONSON . 115.
Página 116
George Ellis. Wings he hath , which though ye clip , He will leap from lip to lip : Over liver , lights , and heart , Yet not stay in any part . And if chance his arrow miffes , He will shoot himself in kiffes . He doth bear a golden bow ...
George Ellis. Wings he hath , which though ye clip , He will leap from lip to lip : Over liver , lights , and heart , Yet not stay in any part . And if chance his arrow miffes , He will shoot himself in kiffes . He doth bear a golden bow ...
Página 123
... wings to fly away , Has now no power to make him stay . And though these games muft needs be play'd , I wish this pair , when they are laid , And not a creature nigh ' em , ... Might catch his fcythe as he does pafs , And clip his wings ...
... wings to fly away , Has now no power to make him stay . And though these games muft needs be play'd , I wish this pair , when they are laid , And not a creature nigh ' em , ... Might catch his fcythe as he does pafs , And clip his wings ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
againſt beauty beauty's beſt birds bluſh breaſt breath cauſe cheek Corydon Cupid dear defire delight deſpair doft doth eyes fair fcorn fear feek feem fenfes ferve fhall fhew fighs fince fing firſt flame fleep flowers fmile fnow fome fong foon forrow foul freſh ftars ftill ftreams fuch fweet grace grief Harpalus hath heart heav'n himſelf joys kifs kiſs laſt live loft loſe lov'd love's lovers lullaby maid melancholy Methinks miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf ne'er night nought nymph paffion paſs Phillida Phillis pleaſant pleaſe pleaſure pofies praiſe preſent reaſon reft rofe roſe ſay ſee ſeems ſhade ſhall ſhape ſhe ſhepherd ſhould ſhow ſkies ſmile SONG SONNET ſpend ſpent ſpread ſpring ſtate ſtay ſtill ſweet tears Tell tereu thee themſelves theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thouſand uſe wanton Whilft whofe Whoſe wind wiſh youth
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Página 114 - 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!
Página 262 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
Página 262 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold, In weeds of peace, high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend.
Página 189 - Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Página 31 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished! Reply, reply. It is engendered 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.
Página 256 - And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
Página 138 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Página 30 - When icicles hang by the wall And Dick the shepherd blows his nail And Tom bears logs into the hall And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipp'd and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit ; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Página 257 - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, To the full-voiced quire below, In service high and anthems clear, As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
Página 257 - As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.