Select Poets of Great Britain: To which are Prefixed, Criticial Notices of Each AuthorThomas Davison, 1825 - 562 sidor |
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... sure , that ye be so forlorn Of your gay son , that gives ye so good aid To your disports : ill might ye be apaid . " But she was more engrieved , and replied ; " Fair sister , ill beseems it to upbraid A doleful heart with so ...
... sure , that ye be so forlorn Of your gay son , that gives ye so good aid To your disports : ill might ye be apaid . " But she was more engrieved , and replied ; " Fair sister , ill beseems it to upbraid A doleful heart with so ...
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... sure it irketh me , That to thy bliss I made this luckless breach , As now the author of thy bale to be , 99 Thus to bereave thy love's dear sight from thee : But , gentle shepherd , pardon thou my shame , Who rashly sought that which I ...
... sure it irketh me , That to thy bliss I made this luckless breach , As now the author of thy bale to be , 99 Thus to bereave thy love's dear sight from thee : But , gentle shepherd , pardon thou my shame , Who rashly sought that which I ...
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... sure , if you Shall mercy shew , which is with mercy paid ! " Then kisses she her feet , then kisses too The infant's feet ; and " Oh , sweet babe , " ( said she ) " Could'st thou but to thy mother speak for me , And crave her to have ...
... sure , if you Shall mercy shew , which is with mercy paid ! " Then kisses she her feet , then kisses too The infant's feet ; and " Oh , sweet babe , " ( said she ) " Could'st thou but to thy mother speak for me , And crave her to have ...
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... sure ' twas not that , but ' twas thought that his Grace Consider'd he was well he had a cup - bearer's place . Will Davenant , asham'd of a foolish mischance That he had got lately travelling in France , Modestly hop'd the handsomeness ...
... sure ' twas not that , but ' twas thought that his Grace Consider'd he was well he had a cup - bearer's place . Will Davenant , asham'd of a foolish mischance That he had got lately travelling in France , Modestly hop'd the handsomeness ...
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... sure some pow'r above , Which controls our wills in love ! If not love , a strong desire To create and spread that fire In my breast , solicits me , Beauteous Amoret ! for thee . " Tis amazement more than love Which her radiant eyes do ...
... sure some pow'r above , Which controls our wills in love ! If not love , a strong desire To create and spread that fire In my breast , solicits me , Beauteous Amoret ! for thee . " Tis amazement more than love Which her radiant eyes do ...
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Sida 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...
Sida 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...
Sida 214 - Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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.