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الصفحة 9
The smoky fighs , the bitter tears That I in vain have wasted , The broken sleep ,
the woe and fears , That long in me have lasted , The love , and all I owe to thee ,
Here I renounce , and make me free . The fruits were fair the which did grow ...
The smoky fighs , the bitter tears That I in vain have wasted , The broken sleep ,
the woe and fears , That long in me have lasted , The love , and all I owe to thee ,
Here I renounce , and make me free . The fruits were fair the which did grow ...
الصفحة 28
O word of fear , Unpleasing to a married ear . { When shepherds pipe on oaten
straws , And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks , When turtles tread , and rooks
and daws , And maidens bleach their summer smocks ; The cuckow then on
every ...
O word of fear , Unpleasing to a married ear . { When shepherds pipe on oaten
straws , And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks , When turtles tread , and rooks
and daws , And maidens bleach their summer smocks ; The cuckow then on
every ...
الصفحة 33
Fear no more the heat o'th ' fun , Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly
talk haft done , Home art gone , and ta'en thy wages , Golden lads and girls all
must , As chimney - sweepers , come to duft . Fear no more the frown o'th ' great ...
Fear no more the heat o'th ' fun , Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly
talk haft done , Home art gone , and ta'en thy wages , Golden lads and girls all
must , As chimney - sweepers , come to duft . Fear no more the frown o'th ' great ...
الصفحة 34
Fear no more the lightning flash , Nor th ' all - dreaded thunder stone ; Fear no
slander , censure rash , Thou haft finish'd joy and moan . SONG . UNDER the
green - wood tree , Who loves to lie with me , And tune his merry note Unto the
sweet ...
Fear no more the lightning flash , Nor th ' all - dreaded thunder stone ; Fear no
slander , censure rash , Thou haft finish'd joy and moan . SONG . UNDER the
green - wood tree , Who loves to lie with me , And tune his merry note Unto the
sweet ...
الصفحة 37
But soft ; enough , too much ( I fear ) Left that my mistress hear my song : She will
not stick to round me on th ' ear , To teach my tongue to be so long ; Yet will she
blush , here be it said , To hear her secrets so betray'd . SYMPATHIZING LOVE .
But soft ; enough , too much ( I fear ) Left that my mistress hear my song : She will
not stick to round me on th ' ear , To teach my tongue to be so long ; Yet will she
blush , here be it said , To hear her secrets so betray'd . SYMPATHIZING LOVE .
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الصفحة 114 - I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be; But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee!
الصفحة 262 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
الصفحة 262 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold, In weeds of peace, high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend.
الصفحة 189 - Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
الصفحة 31 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished! Reply, reply. It is engendered in the eyes. With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell.
الصفحة 256 - And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
الصفحة 138 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! 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 30 - When icicles hang by the wall And Dick the shepherd blows his nail And Tom bears logs into the hall And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipp'd and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit ; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
الصفحة 257 - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, To the full-voiced quire below, In service high and anthems clear, As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
الصفحة 257 - As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
معلومات المراجع
| العنوان | Specimens of the Early English Poets, المجلد 1 Specimens of the Early English Poets, George Ellis |
| المؤلف | George Ellis |
| المُحرر | George Ellis |
| قام بجمع الكتاب | George Ellis |
| الناشر | Edwards, 1790 |
| أصلي من | مكتبة نيويورك العامة |
| الكتب ذات التنسيق الرقمي | 4 تشرين الأول (أكتوبر) 2006 |
| عدد الصفحات | 323 من الصفحات |
| تصدير الاقتباس | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |