Select Poets of Great Britain: To which are Prefixed, Criticial Notices of Each AuthorThomas Davison, 1825 - 562 หน้า |
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... till : " Ther I was bred , ( alas that ilke day ! ) And fostred in a rocke of marble gray , So tendrely , that nothing ailed me , I ne wist not what was adversitee , Til I coud flee ful high under the skie . " Tho dwelled a tercelet me ...
... till : " Ther I was bred , ( alas that ilke day ! ) And fostred in a rocke of marble gray , So tendrely , that nothing ailed me , I ne wist not what was adversitee , Til I coud flee ful high under the skie . " Tho dwelled a tercelet me ...
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... till that time did he never wield : His angry steed did chide his foaming bit , As much disdaining to the curb to yield : Full jolly knight he seem'd , and fair did sit , As one for knightly jousts and fierce encounters fit . But on his ...
... till that time did he never wield : His angry steed did chide his foaming bit , As much disdaining to the curb to yield : Full jolly knight he seem'd , and fair did sit , As one for knightly jousts and fierce encounters fit . But on his ...
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... Till that with timely fruit her belly swell'd , And bore a boy unto that savage sire : Then home he suffer'd her for to retire , For ransom leaving him the late born child ; Whom till to riper years he gan aspire , He nursed up in life ...
... Till that with timely fruit her belly swell'd , And bore a boy unto that savage sire : Then home he suffer'd her for to retire , For ransom leaving him the late born child ; Whom till to riper years he gan aspire , He nursed up in life ...
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... Till sadly sousing on the sandy shore , He tumbled on an heap , and wallow'd in his gore . clin'd ; And therein sate an old old man , half blind , And all decrepid in his feeble corse , Yet lively vigor rested in his mind , And ...
... Till sadly sousing on the sandy shore , He tumbled on an heap , and wallow'd in his gore . clin'd ; And therein sate an old old man , half blind , And all decrepid in his feeble corse , Yet lively vigor rested in his mind , And ...
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... Till time the tempest do thereof allay With sufferance soft , which rigour can abate , And have the stern remembrance wip'd away Of bitter thoughts , which deep therein infixed lay . Like as it fell to this unhappy boy , Whose tender ...
... Till time the tempest do thereof allay With sufferance soft , which rigour can abate , And have the stern remembrance wip'd away Of bitter thoughts , which deep therein infixed lay . Like as it fell to this unhappy boy , Whose tender ...
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Anacreon arms beauty behold bliss blood breast call'd Canace Chanticleer Comus courser dame death delight doth dread earth elfin knight eternal ev'n eyes fair fame fate fear fire friends gold goodly goth grace ground hand happy hast hath head heart Heav'n Hell hire honour Hudibras Jebusites Jove king lady light live lord lov'd Lycidas mighty mind MOMUS mortal Muse ne'er never nigh night noble numbers nymph o'er once pain peace pleas'd poets pow'r praise prepar'd pride prince rage rais'd rest Reynard sacred Satan satyrs seem'd shade shew sight sing song soul speke stood sweet swiche tell thee thence ther Theseus thine things thou thought trewe turn'd Twas unto Venus goddesse vex'd ween whan wind wings wise wood youth
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หน้า 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...
หน้า 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...
หน้า 214 - Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!
หน้า 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.
หน้า 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.
หน้า 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.
หน้า 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.
หน้า 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.
หน้า 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...
หน้า 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.