Select Poets of Great Britain: To which are Prefixed, Criticial Notices of Each AuthorThomas Davison, 1825 - 562 من الصفحات |
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... face . The cercles of his eyen in his hed They gloweden betwixen yelwe and red , And like a griffon loked he about . With kemped heres on his browes stout ; His limmes gret , his braunes hard and stronge , His shouldres brode , his ...
... face . The cercles of his eyen in his hed They gloweden betwixen yelwe and red , And like a griffon loked he about . With kemped heres on his browes stout ; His limmes gret , his braunes hard and stronge , His shouldres brode , his ...
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... face . In all the world , to seken up and doun , So even without variatioun Ther n'ere swiche compagnies never twey . For ther was non so wise that coude sey , That any hadde of other avantage Of worthinesse , ne of estat , ne age , So ...
... face . In all the world , to seken up and doun , So even without variatioun Ther n'ere swiche compagnies never twey . For ther was non so wise that coude sey , That any hadde of other avantage Of worthinesse , ne of estat , ne age , So ...
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... face He priketh endelong the large place , Loking upward upon this Emelie ; And she again him cast a friendlich eye , ( For women , as to speken in commune , They folwen all the favour of fortune ) And was all his in chere , as his in ...
... face He priketh endelong the large place , Loking upward upon this Emelie ; And she again him cast a friendlich eye , ( For women , as to speken in commune , They folwen all the favour of fortune ) And was all his in chere , as his in ...
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... face , And clepe me faire dame in every place ; And but thou make a feste on thilke day That I was borne , and make me fresh and gay ; And but thou do to my norice honour , And to my chamberere within my bour , And to my faders folk ...
... face , And clepe me faire dame in every place ; And but thou make a feste on thilke day That I was borne , and make me fresh and gay ; And but thou do to my norice honour , And to my chamberere within my bour , And to my faders folk ...
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... face , " ( Quod this Sompnour ) " and I beshrewe me , But if I telle tales two or three Of freres , or I come to Sidenborne , That I shal make thin herte for to morne : For wel I wot thy patience is gon . " Our Hoste cried ; " Pees ...
... face , " ( Quod this Sompnour ) " and I beshrewe me , But if I telle tales two or three Of freres , or I come to Sidenborne , That I shal make thin herte for to morne : For wel I wot thy patience is gon . " Our Hoste cried ; " Pees ...
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الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 214 - Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.