Select Beauties of Ancient English Poetry, Band 2J. Sharpe, 1810 |
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Henry Headley. A sound no time can steal , a sweet perfume * No winds can scatter , an entire embrace That no satiety can e'er unlace . Ingrac'd into so high a favour , there The saints , with their compeers , whole worlds outwear , And ...
Henry Headley. A sound no time can steal , a sweet perfume * No winds can scatter , an entire embrace That no satiety can e'er unlace . Ingrac'd into so high a favour , there The saints , with their compeers , whole worlds outwear , And ...
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... wind , Or as a ship transported with the tide , Which in their passage leave no print behind ; Of which swift little time so much we spend While some few things we through the sense do strain , That our short race of life is at an end ...
... wind , Or as a ship transported with the tide , Which in their passage leave no print behind ; Of which swift little time so much we spend While some few things we through the sense do strain , That our short race of life is at an end ...
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... merely sensual knowes more . The learned Halcyon by her wisdom finds A gentle season , when the seas and winds unflatter'd age . ] A very original epithet . Are silenc'd by a calm , and then brings forth 20 DIDACTIC AND MORAL PIECES .
... merely sensual knowes more . The learned Halcyon by her wisdom finds A gentle season , when the seas and winds unflatter'd age . ] A very original epithet . Are silenc'd by a calm , and then brings forth 20 DIDACTIC AND MORAL PIECES .
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... wind that chafes the flood ; Or bubbles which on water stood : Even such is man , whose borrow'd light Is strait call'd in , and paid to - night . The wind blows out ; the bubble dies ; The spring entomb'd in autumn lies ; The dew dries ...
... wind that chafes the flood ; Or bubbles which on water stood : Even such is man , whose borrow'd light Is strait call'd in , and paid to - night . The wind blows out ; the bubble dies ; The spring entomb'd in autumn lies ; The dew dries ...
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... wind . Not conquest makes us great , blood is too dear A price for glory : honour doth appear To statesmen like a vision in the night , And , juggler - like , works on the deluded sight . The unbusied only wise : for no respect ...
... wind . Not conquest makes us great , blood is too dear A price for glory : honour doth appear To statesmen like a vision in the night , And , juggler - like , works on the deluded sight . The unbusied only wise : for no respect ...
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Alcon BEATIFICAL beauty bird blood breast breath BROOMHOLM burning force Castara Comus dead dear death dost doth Drayton DRUMMOND dust EARL OF SURREY earth Eclogue Edit ELEGY ENGLISH POETRY epitaph ev'ry face fade fair fame fancy fate fear Fletcher flowers GILES FLETCHER glory Gondibert grace grave grief hand hath hear hearse heart heaven honour hope hour king King's Poems light lines live Livy Llwen look Lord madrigal Methinks Milton mind Muse ne'er never night numbers o'er Philomel Picts pleasure poetry poets Poly-Olbion poor praise Quarles queen racter ROBERT SOUTHWELL saint Scythian seem'd shade shine sigh silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul Spenser spirit spring stars sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought tomb unto verses virtue Virtue's voice whilst wind wings winter's youth
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Seite 114 - ... 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. Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath, When his pulse failing, passion speechless lies, When faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And innocence is closing up his eyes, — Now if thou would'st, when all have given him over, From...
Seite 149 - While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind ; But more...
Seite 137 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Seite 214 - The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Seite 116 - CARE-CHARMER Sleep, son of the sable Night, Brother to Death, in silent darkness born, Relieve my languish, and restore the light ; With dark forgetting of my care return. And let the day be time enough to mourn The shipwreck of my ill-adventured youth : Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn, Without the torment of the night's untruth. Cease, dreams, the images of day-desires, To model forth the passions of the morrow ; Never let rising sun approve you liars To add more grief to aggravate my...
Seite 2 - No endless night, yet not eternal day; The saddest birds a season find to sing, The roughest storm a calm may soon allay: Thus, with succeeding turns, God tempereth all, That man may hope to rise, yet fear to fall.
Seite 106 - Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky, In joyless fields and thorny thickets, leaves His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man His annual visit. Half afraid, he first Against the window beats; then, brisk, alights On the warm hearth; then, hopping o'er the floor, Eyes all the smiling family askance, And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is; Till more familiar grown, the table-crumbs Attract his slender feet.
Seite 89 - The turtle to her make hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.
Seite 65 - Thou wilt not wake Till I thy fate shall overtake; Till age, or grief, or sickness must Marry my body to that dust It so much loves, and fill the room My heart keeps empty in thy tomb. Stay for me there; I will not fail To meet thee in that hollow vale.
Seite 113 - I know that all beneath the moon decays, And what by mortals in this world is brought In Time's great periods shall return to nought ; That fairest states have fatal nights and days. I know that all the Muses...