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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... Nymph wound herself with his arrows . * IT 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 çareless arms ...
... Nymph wound herself with his arrows . * IT 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 çareless arms ...
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... he fell with pain ; Yet up again forthwith he start , And to the 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 , FRANCIS DAVISON . 19.
... he fell with pain ; Yet up again forthwith he start , And to the 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 , FRANCIS DAVISON . 19.
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... 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 ...
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... Nymph , take this quiver ans 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 before His eager hounds ; wild ...
... Nymph , take this quiver ans 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 before His eager hounds ; wild ...
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... grace those banks , 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 [ 47 ]
... grace those banks , 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 [ 47 ]
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Página 244 - WHY so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Página 31 - 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.
Página 278 - 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 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 132 - 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.
Página 85 - 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?
Página 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.
Página 63 - Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed save bats and owls! A midnight bell, a parting groan, These are the sounds we feed upon; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley; Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.