Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed an Historical Sketch of the Rise and Progress of the English Poetry and Language, Volum 1W. Bulmer and Company, 1803 - 458 pàgines |
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Pàgina 65
... green restored is with shade : What warmth , alas ! may serve for to disarm The frozen heart that mine in flame hath made ? What cold again is able to restore My fresh green years , that wither thus and fade ? * * * * And like as time ...
... green restored is with shade : What warmth , alas ! may serve for to disarm The frozen heart that mine in flame hath made ? What cold again is able to restore My fresh green years , that wither thus and fade ? * * * * And like as time ...
Pàgina 191
... GREEN Was born , perhaps , about 1550 , and died in 1592. He is said to have been equally famous for his wit and profligacy ' ; and his life forms a melancholy epocha in the history of our literature , if it be true , as the well ...
... GREEN Was born , perhaps , about 1550 , and died in 1592. He is said to have been equally famous for his wit and profligacy ' ; and his life forms a melancholy epocha in the history of our literature , if it be true , as the well ...
Pàgina 197
... teeth are pearl , the breasts are ivory Of fair Samela ; Her cheeks like rose and lily yield forth gleams , Her brows ' bright arches fram'd of ebony ; Thus fair Samela Passeth fair Venus in her bravest1 hue , And Juno ROBERT GREEN . 197.
... teeth are pearl , the breasts are ivory Of fair Samela ; Her cheeks like rose and lily yield forth gleams , Her brows ' bright arches fram'd of ebony ; Thus fair Samela Passeth fair Venus in her bravest1 hue , And Juno ROBERT GREEN . 197.
Pàgina 206
... green , Still clothe the place with shade and mourning veil : Here gaping cliffs , there moss - grown plain is seen : Here hope doth spring , and there again doth quail . Huge massy stones , that hang by tickle stay , Still threaten ...
... green , Still clothe the place with shade and mourning veil : Here gaping cliffs , there moss - grown plain is seen : Here hope doth spring , and there again doth quail . Huge massy stones , that hang by tickle stay , Still threaten ...
Pàgina 329
... green , yet difference such in green , Like to the chequer'd bent of Iris ' bow , Prided , the running main as it had been JOSHUA SYLVESTER , In his earliest publication styles himself a CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE . 329.
... green , yet difference such in green , Like to the chequer'd bent of Iris ' bow , Prided , the running main as it had been JOSHUA SYLVESTER , In his earliest publication styles himself a CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE . 329.
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Pàgina 349 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O prepare it. My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Pàgina 389 - I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be; But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee!
Pàgina 352 - Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require.
Pàgina 351 - Fear no more the frown o' the great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Pàgina 334 - Tell them that brave it most, They beg for more by spending, Who, in their greatest cost, Seek nothing but commending: And if they make reply Then give them all the lie.
Pàgina 346 - Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night ' That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide...
Pàgina 220 - Time drives the flocks from field to fold, When Rivers rage, and Rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb, The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields, To wayward winter reckoning yields, A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
Pàgina 388 - Come, my Celia, let us prove, While we can, the sports of love, Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever; Spend not then his gifts in vain; Suns, that set, may rise again ; . But if once we lose this light, 'Tis with us perpetual night.
Pàgina 243 - CUPID and my Campaspe played At cards for kisses — Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows ; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin ; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me?* THE SONGS...
Pàgina 348 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head ? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engender'd in the eyes, With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell ALL.