Select Beauties of Ancient English Poetry, المجلد 2J. Sharpe, 1810 |
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... lost , That net that holds no great takes little fish ; In some things all , in all things none are crost , Few all they need , but none have all they wish . Unmeddled joys here to no man befal , Who least hath some , who most hath ...
... lost , That net that holds no great takes little fish ; In some things all , in all things none are crost , Few all they need , but none have all they wish . Unmeddled joys here to no man befal , Who least hath some , who most hath ...
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... lost , Confounded , and in deep amazement stood , In the discovery of the chiefest good : Keenly they hunted * , beat in every brake , Forwards they went , on either hand , and back Return'd they counter ; but their deep - mouth'd art ...
... lost , Confounded , and in deep amazement stood , In the discovery of the chiefest good : Keenly they hunted * , beat in every brake , Forwards they went , on either hand , and back Return'd they counter ; but their deep - mouth'd art ...
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... lost that great prerogative ; but thee ( Whom fortune hath exempted from the herd Of vulgar men , whom virtue hath preferr'd Far higher than thy birth ) I must commend , Rich in the purchase of so sweet a friend . And though my fate ...
... lost that great prerogative ; but thee ( Whom fortune hath exempted from the herd Of vulgar men , whom virtue hath preferr'd Far higher than thy birth ) I must commend , Rich in the purchase of so sweet a friend . And though my fate ...
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... lost , All things wherein we pleasure most . Although the seas so calmly glide , as dangers none appear , And doubt of storms , in sky is none , king Phœbus shines so clear : Yet when the boist'rous winds break out , and raging waves do ...
... lost , All things wherein we pleasure most . Although the seas so calmly glide , as dangers none appear , And doubt of storms , in sky is none , king Phœbus shines so clear : Yet when the boist'rous winds break out , and raging waves do ...
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... lost , So did his heart the commonwealth apply . I am not he , such eloquence to boast , To make the crow in singing , as the swan ; Nor call the lion of coward beasts the most , That cannot take a mouse as the cat can , And he that ...
... lost , So did his heart the commonwealth apply . I am not he , such eloquence to boast , To make the crow in singing , as the swan ; Nor call the lion of coward beasts the most , That cannot take a mouse as the cat can , And he that ...
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Æneid Alcon battle of Agincourt beauty bird blood breast breath BROOMHOLM Castara Comus dead dear death didst dost doth Drayton DRUMMOND dust earth Eclogue Edit ELEGY epitaph Essay on Criticism ev'ry face fair fame fate fear Fletcher flowers GILES FLETCHER glory Gondibert grace grave grief hadst hand hast hath hear hearse heart heaven honour hope hour king King's Poems light lines live Livy look Lord Methinks Milton mind Muse ne'er never night numbers o'er Philomel Picts pleasure poetry poets Poly-Olbion Pope praise Quarles queen racter ROBERT SOUTHWELL saints Scythian seem'd shine sigh silent silver planet sing sleep smile song sorrow soul Spenser spirit star sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thyself tomb unto verse Virbius Virtue's virtues voice whilst wind wings winter's youth
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الصفحة 114 - Shake hands forever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
الصفحة 65 - Thou wilt not wake Till I thy fate shall overtake: Till age, or grief, or sickness must Marry my body to that dust It so much loves, and fill the room My heart keeps empty in thy tomb. Stay for me there: I will not fail To meet thee in that hollow vale.
الصفحة 137 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me : I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
الصفحة 114 - Love's latest breath, When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies, When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And Innocence is closing up his eyes — Now, if thou would'st, when all have given him over, From death to life thou might'st him yet recover!
الصفحة 22 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
الصفحة 149 - While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind ; But more...
الصفحة 75 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
الصفحة 33 - That flesh is but the glass t which holds the dust That measures all our time, which also shall Be crumbled into dust.
الصفحة 106 - Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky, In joyless fields and thorny thickets, leaves His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man His annual visit. Half afraid, he first Against the window beats; then, brisk, alights On the warm hearth; then, hopping o'er the floor, Eyes all the smiling family askance, And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is; Till more familiar grown, the table-crumbs Attract his slender feet.
الصفحة 89 - The turtle to her make hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.