Select Poets of Great Britain: To which are Prefixed, Criticial Notices of Each AuthorThomas Davison, 1825 - 562 páginas |
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... live ) Husbondes at chirche dore have I had five , ( If I so often might han wedded be ) And all were worthy men in ... live is . God wot , this noble king , as to my witte , The firste night had many a mery fitte With eche of hem , so ...
... live ) Husbondes at chirche dore have I had five , ( If I so often might han wedded be ) And all were worthy men in ... live is . God wot , this noble king , as to my witte , The firste night had many a mery fitte With eche of hem , so ...
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... live . Of wenches wold I beren hem on hond , Whan that for sike unnethes might they stond , Yet tikeled I his herte for that he Wend that I had of him so gret chiertee : I swore that all my walking out by night Was for to espien wenches ...
... live . Of wenches wold I beren hem on hond , Whan that for sike unnethes might they stond , Yet tikeled I his herte for that he Wend that I had of him so gret chiertee : I swore that all my walking out by night Was for to espien wenches ...
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... live in later times , must wage Thy works for wealth , and life for gold engage ; If then thee list my offer'd grace to use , Take what thou please of all this surplusage ; If thee list not , leave have thou to refuse : But thing ...
... live in later times , must wage Thy works for wealth , and life for gold engage ; If then thee list my offer'd grace to use , Take what thou please of all this surplusage ; If thee list not , leave have thou to refuse : But thing ...
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... live ; But they that die , do neither love nor hate . Nath'less , to thee thy folly I forgive , And to myself , and ... lives , is left to wail his loss ; So life is loss , and death felicity . Sad life worse than glad death : and ...
... live ; But they that die , do neither love nor hate . Nath'less , to thee thy folly I forgive , And to myself , and ... lives , is left to wail his loss ; So life is loss , and death felicity . Sad life worse than glad death : and ...
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... live you little heard - grooms , Keeping your beasts in the budded brooms ; And when the shining sun laugheth once , You deemen the spring is come at once : Tho gin you , fond flies ! the cold to scorn , And , crowing in pipes made of ...
... live you little heard - grooms , Keeping your beasts in the budded brooms ; And when the shining sun laugheth once , You deemen the spring is come at once : Tho gin you , fond flies ! the cold to scorn , And , crowing in pipes made of ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 214 - Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.