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... beauty , my rare mind . SONNET . Now while the Night her sable veil hath spread , And silently her resty coach doth roll , Rousing with her from Thetis ' azure bed , Those starry nymphs which dance about the pole , While Cynthia , in ...
... beauty , my rare mind . SONNET . Now while the Night her sable veil hath spread , And silently her resty coach doth roll , Rousing with her from Thetis ' azure bed , Those starry nymphs which dance about the pole , While Cynthia , in ...
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... Beauty now bedew her cheeks with tears , Let widow'd Music only roar and groan , Poor Virtue , get thee wings and mount the spheres , For dwelling place on Earth for thee is none : Death hath thy temple raz'd , Love's empire foil'd ...
... Beauty now bedew her cheeks with tears , Let widow'd Music only roar and groan , Poor Virtue , get thee wings and mount the spheres , For dwelling place on Earth for thee is none : Death hath thy temple raz'd , Love's empire foil'd ...
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... beauty wear . MADRIGAL . My thoughts hold mortal strife , I do detest my life , And with lamenting cries , Peace to my soul to bring , Oft call that prince which here doth monarchize : But he grim grinning king , Who caitiffs scorns , B ...
... beauty wear . MADRIGAL . My thoughts hold mortal strife , I do detest my life , And with lamenting cries , Peace to my soul to bring , Oft call that prince which here doth monarchize : But he grim grinning king , Who caitiffs scorns , B ...
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... beauty's rose his tomb , Disdains to crop a weed , and will not come . A TRANSLATION OF SIR JOHN SCOT'S VERSES , Beginning , Quod vitæ sectabor iter ? WHAT Course of life should wretched mortals take ! In books hard questions large ...
... beauty's rose his tomb , Disdains to crop a weed , and will not come . A TRANSLATION OF SIR JOHN SCOT'S VERSES , Beginning , Quod vitæ sectabor iter ? WHAT Course of life should wretched mortals take ! In books hard questions large ...
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... beauty spoil'd , her citizens made thralls , His spite yet cannot so her all throw down , But that some statue , pillar of renown , Yet lurks unmaim'd within her weeping walls : So after all the spoil , disgrace and wreck , [ bin'd ...
... beauty spoil'd , her citizens made thralls , His spite yet cannot so her all throw down , But that some statue , pillar of renown , Yet lurks unmaim'd within her weeping walls : So after all the spoil , disgrace and wreck , [ bin'd ...
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The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Volym 5 Ezekiel Sanford Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1819 |
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ALEXANDER BROME arms beauty birth Birtha blest blood born breast breath bright call'd CASTARA CHARLES COTTON clouds crown death delight dost doth e'er Earth eyes face fair fame fate fear fire flames floods flowers GEORGE WITHER golden Goltho Gondibert grace grief hand haste hath haue head heart Heaven hope jemme king kiss light live look lord lov'd love's lovers Lyrian maid mind Muse ne'er neere never night nymph o'er PHINEAS FLETCHER POEMS poet poor pow'r prince queen quoth Rhodalind RICHARD CRASHAW ROBERT HERRICK rocks seas seem'd shade shepheards shine shore sighs sight sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spide spring stars streams swaine sweet tears tell thee Thetis thine thou thought tongue twas twixt unto Venus vertue wanton waves weep whence Whilst WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT WILLIAM DAVENANT WILLIAM HABINGTON winds wings woods wound youth
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Sida 326 - To BLOSSOMS FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile To blush and gently smile, And go at last.
Sida 325 - Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along.
Sida 325 - We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Sida 327 - Twas pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth, And lose you quite. But you are lovely leaves, where we May read how soon things have Their end, though ne'er so brave: And after they have shown their pride Like you, awhile, they glide Into the grave.
Sida 338 - If thy verse do bravely tower, As she makes wing she gets power ; Yet the higher she doth soar, She's affronted still the more : Till she to the high'st hath past, Then she rests with fame at last.
Sida 32 - 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 sorrow. Still let me sleep, embracing clouds in vain, And never wake to feel the day's disdain.
Sida 180 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Sida 339 - By a daisy, whose leaves, spread, Shut when Titan goes to bed, Or a shady bush or tree, She could more infuse in me Than all Nature's beauties can In some other wiser man.
Sida 177 - t: For had not her care furnisht you out With something of handsome, without all doubt You and your sorry Lady Muse had been In the number of those that were not let in. In haste from the court two or three came in, And they brought letters (forsooth) from the Queen; Twas discreetly done, too, for if th' had come Without them, th' had scarce been let into the room.
Sida 116 - It is a yea, it is a nay ; A pretty kind of sporting fray ; It is a thing will soon away ; Then, nymphs, take 'vantage while ye may ; And this is love, as I hear say.