Specimens of the early English poets [ed. by G. Ellis.]. To which is prefixed an historical sketch of the rise and progress of the English poetry and language. By G. Ellis, Band 31801 |
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... hath been fome At- tempts and Prefumptions of late by difaffected perfons to oppofe that conftitution of Go- vernment which hath ever made the people of this famous Kiugdome happy at home , and renowned abroad : These are therefore ...
... hath been fome At- tempts and Prefumptions of late by difaffected perfons to oppofe that conftitution of Go- vernment which hath ever made the people of this famous Kiugdome happy at home , and renowned abroad : These are therefore ...
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... hath breath'd , A look thine eye hath giv'n , That mark up- on the golden west the ro - sy clouds de cay ; When is not shrin'd within my heart like to a dream of heav'n ! There's 1532 Entered according to the Act of Congress , in the ...
... hath breath'd , A look thine eye hath giv'n , That mark up- on the golden west the ro - sy clouds de cay ; When is not shrin'd within my heart like to a dream of heav'n ! There's 1532 Entered according to the Act of Congress , in the ...
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Laura Rosales. HE. THAT. HATH. AN. EAR,. LISTEN. Copyright © 2018 Laura Rosales. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping ...
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... hath he not done so ? Moreover , how can we be said to believe with the heart , that our great Mediator hath finished transgression , if sin dwelleth in of us , potently and permanently , instead Christ dwelling in us the hope of glory ...
... hath he not done so ? Moreover , how can we be said to believe with the heart , that our great Mediator hath finished transgression , if sin dwelleth in of us , potently and permanently , instead Christ dwelling in us the hope of glory ...
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... hath born up in it in a wonderful manner , beyond what we could conceive , before it came on them , I became concern'd to write on this wife : The Impropriator in the Parish of Afb in the County of Kent , Sued , for a Demand of 20 s ...
... hath born up in it in a wonderful manner , beyond what we could conceive , before it came on them , I became concern'd to write on this wife : The Impropriator in the Parish of Afb in the County of Kent , Sued , for a Demand of 20 s ...
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Admet Anon Beaumont and Fletcher beauty beauty's birds blushing born breast breath Carew CASTARA Celia chaste cheek Chloris Corpus Christi College court Cupid dear death delight died disdain dost doth earth Edgar Atheling English eyes face fair fancy fate fear flame flowers folly Francis Beaumont grace Greensleeves grief happy haste hath hear heart heaven hope Isaac Walton JOHN COLLOP Julius Cæsar king kiss Laius language leave lips live lord lov'd love's lover maid melancholy mistress morn muse ne'er never night nymph o'er Oxford passion Phillis PHINEAS FLETCHER Picts pleasure poems poet poetry reign rose Saxon scorn Sedley Shakspeare shew sighs sing smile SONG SONNET sorrow soul specimen spring stanzas sweet taste tears tell thee thine thing thou art thought unto wanton Whilst Whitsun ale wind wings wouldest not love youth
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Seite 225 - To ALTHEA FROM 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 fetter'd to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Seite 23 - 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.
Seite 96 - 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.
Seite 43 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.
Seite 198 - 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?
Seite 180 - 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. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Seite 129 - Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale when May is past, For in your sweet dividing throat She winters and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose, For in your beauty's orient deep These flowers as in their causes, sleep.
Seite 56 - Cause I see a woman kind; Or a well disposed nature Joined with a lovely feature? Be she meeker, kinder, than Turtle-dove or pelican, If she be not so to me, What care I how kind she be?
Seite 225 - When (like committed Linnets) I With shriller throat shall sing The sweetness, Mercy, Majesty, And glories of my King ; When I shall voice aloud, how Good He is, how Great should be ; Enlarged Winds that curl the Flood, Know no such Liberty.
Seite 350 - scape, Rivals and Falsehood soon appear In a more dreadful shape. By such degrees to joy they come, And are so long withstood, So slowly they receive the sum, It hardly does them good. 'Tis cruel to prolong a pain; And to defer a joy, Believe me, gentle Celemene, Offends the winged boy.