Gathered riches from the older poets, A.D. 1340-1699 [ed. by W.K.].Houlston and Wright, 1865 - 123 Seiten |
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... Birds . WHERE birds are fed in cages , CHAUCER . Though you should day and night tend them like pages , And strew the bird's room fair and soft as silk , And give him sugar , honey , bread , and milk ; Yet had the bird , by twenty ...
... Birds . WHERE birds are fed in cages , CHAUCER . Though you should day and night tend them like pages , And strew the bird's room fair and soft as silk , And give him sugar , honey , bread , and milk ; Yet had the bird , by twenty ...
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... Birds . WHERE birds are fed in cages , CHAUCER . Though you should day and night tend them like pages , And strew the bird's room fair and soft as silk , And give him sugar , honey , bread , and milk ; Yet had the bird , by twenty ...
... Birds . WHERE birds are fed in cages , CHAUCER . Though you should day and night tend them like pages , And strew the bird's room fair and soft as silk , And give him sugar , honey , bread , and milk ; Yet had the bird , by twenty ...
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... birds their harmony ; Then flock the fowl in company ; Then everything doth pleasure find In that , that comforts all their kind . SURREY . Spring . THE Sweet season , that bud and bloom forth brings , With green hath clad the hill ...
... birds their harmony ; Then flock the fowl in company ; Then everything doth pleasure find In that , that comforts all their kind . SURREY . Spring . THE Sweet season , that bud and bloom forth brings , With green hath clad the hill ...
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... Nature's clerks , O'er meadow , muir , and stripe . The golden globe incontinent Sets up his shining head , And o'er the earth and firmament Displays his beams abroad . For joy the birds with boulden throats , Against his 24 PERIOD SECOND .
... Nature's clerks , O'er meadow , muir , and stripe . The golden globe incontinent Sets up his shining head , And o'er the earth and firmament Displays his beams abroad . For joy the birds with boulden throats , Against his 24 PERIOD SECOND .
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W. K.. For joy the birds with boulden throats , Against his visage sheen , Take up their kindly music notes In woods and gardens green . Rises the careful husbandman , His corn and vines to see , And every timeous artizan In booths works ...
W. K.. For joy the birds with boulden throats , Against his visage sheen , Take up their kindly music notes In woods and gardens green . Rises the careful husbandman , His corn and vines to see , And every timeous artizan In booths works ...
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angels ANON art thou beams beauty behold BEN JONSON birds blessed blest bliss blossom born breath bright CHAUCER Christ cloud comfort creatures dark death delight divine doth dust dwell Earl of Surrey earth eternal eyes face fair faith fear flesh flowers GEORGE SANDYS give glorious glory God's grace hath heart heaven heavenly holy hope humble Hymn James Shirley JAMES WEDDERBURN John Donne King leave light live look Lord Love's man's mercy mighty mind mortal Nature's never NICHOLAS BRETON night nightingale o'er pleasure poets poor praise pure Religio Medici rest rich RICHARD ROLLE rise Saviour scorn sense shalt shepherds shew shine sight sing SIR JOHN DAVIES Sir Thomas Browne sleep song soul spirit spring stars strong sweet Tell Thee Thine things Thou art Thou hast thought Thy Majesty thyself tree true voice wake wilt wind wings wise
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Seite 167 - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, 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 70 - Death, be not proud though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so, For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones and soul's delivery.
Seite 118 - IN the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! When I lie within my bed, Sick in heart, and sick in head, And with doubts discomforted, Sweet Spirit, comfort me...
Seite 75 - A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Seite 55 - How happy is he born and taught, That serveth not another's will! Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill...
Seite 114 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Seite 70 - Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well, And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
Seite 68 - Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun, Which was my sin, though it were done before? Wilt thou forgive that sin through which I run, And do run still, though still I do deplore? When thou hast done, thou hast not done, For I have more.
Seite 32 - ART thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers? O sweet content! Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplexed? O punishment! Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vexed To add to golden numbers, golden numbers?
Seite 168 - See, how the orient dew, Shed from the bosom of the morn, Into the blowing roses, (Yet careless of its mansion new, For the clear region where 'twas born,) Round in itself incloses And, in its little globe's extent, Frames, as it can, its native element.