Select Poets of Great Britain: To which are Prefixed, Criticial Notices of Each AuthorThomas Davison, 1825 - 562 Seiten |
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... wind , as clere And eke as loude as doth the chapell belle , Ther as this lord was keper of the celle . The reule of Seint Maure and of Seint Beneit , Because that it was olde and somdele streit , This ilke monk lette olde thinges pace ...
... wind , as clere And eke as loude as doth the chapell belle , Ther as this lord was keper of the celle . The reule of Seint Maure and of Seint Beneit , Because that it was olde and somdele streit , This ilke monk lette olde thinges pace ...
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... wind began so sturdily to blow , That down goth all the flowres , everichone , So that , in all the mede , there laft not one ; Save such as succoured were , among the leves , Fro every storme that mighte hem assaile , Growing under the ...
... wind began so sturdily to blow , That down goth all the flowres , everichone , So that , in all the mede , there laft not one ; Save such as succoured were , among the leves , Fro every storme that mighte hem assaile , Growing under the ...
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... wind nor frostes kene ; Wherfore they have this property and grace . And , for the Flour , within a litel space , Wollen be lost , so simple of nature They be that they no grevaunce may endure : " And every storme woll blawe hem sone ...
... wind nor frostes kene ; Wherfore they have this property and grace . And , for the Flour , within a litel space , Wollen be lost , so simple of nature They be that they no grevaunce may endure : " And every storme woll blawe hem sone ...
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... wind amongst them did inspire , They waved like a pennon wide disspread , And low behind her back were scattered : And whether art it were , or heedless hap , As through the flowering forest rash she fled , In her rude hairs sweet ...
... wind amongst them did inspire , They waved like a pennon wide disspread , And low behind her back were scattered : And whether art it were , or heedless hap , As through the flowering forest rash she fled , In her rude hairs sweet ...
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... wind do blow , Or whether swift I wend , or whether slow : Both slow and swift alike do serve my turn , Nor swelling Neptune , nor loud thund'ring Jove , Can change my cheer , or make me ever mourn ; My little boat can safely pass this ...
... wind do blow , Or whether swift I wend , or whether slow : Both slow and swift alike do serve my turn , Nor swelling Neptune , nor loud thund'ring Jove , Can change my cheer , or make me ever mourn ; My little boat can safely pass this ...
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Seite 134 - Virtue could see to do what virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk. And Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude ; Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i...
Seite 95 - Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato, to unfold What worlds or what vast regions hold, The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook...
Seite 214 - Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!
Seite 79 - This my full rest shall be; England ne'er mourn for me, Nor more esteem me. Victor I will remain, Or on this earth lie slain; Never shall she sustain Loss to redeem me.
Seite 476 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Seite 455 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Seite 97 - Before all temples the upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for thou know'st; thou from the first Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread, Dove-like, sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant: what in me is dark Illumine; what is low, raise and support; That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men.
Seite 151 - Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds and other seas, Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
Seite 214 - And, amazed, he stares around. Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise : See the snakes that they rear, How they hiss in their hair, And the sparkles that flash from their eyes Behold a ghastly band, Each a torch in his hand...
Seite 111 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.