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الصفحة 49
None but the lark so shrill and clear ; Now at heaven's gates she claps her wings
, The morn not waking till she sings . Hark , hark , with what a pretty throat , Poor
Robin red - breast tunes his note ; Hark how the jolly cuckoos sing Cuckoo , to ...
None but the lark so shrill and clear ; Now at heaven's gates she claps her wings
, The morn not waking till she sings . Hark , hark , with what a pretty throat , Poor
Robin red - breast tunes his note ; Hark how the jolly cuckoos sing Cuckoo , to ...
الصفحة 79
Sweet Cupid's shafts , like destiny , Do causeless good or ill decree ; Desert is
borne out of his bow , Reward upon his wing doth go . What fools are they that
have not known That love likes no laws but his own . tree My songs they be of ...
Sweet Cupid's shafts , like destiny , Do causeless good or ill decree ; Desert is
borne out of his bow , Reward upon his wing doth go . What fools are they that
have not known That love likes no laws but his own . tree My songs they be of ...
الصفحة 115
Marks he hath about him plenty , You may know him among twenty : All his body
is a fire , And his breath a flame entire : Which , being shot like lightning in ,
Wounds the heart , but not the skin , 1 Wings he hath , which though ye clip , BEN
...
Marks he hath about him plenty , You may know him among twenty : All his body
is a fire , And his breath a flame entire : Which , being shot like lightning in ,
Wounds the heart , but not the skin , 1 Wings he hath , which though ye clip , BEN
...
الصفحة 116
1 Wings he hath , which though ye clip , He will leap from lip to lip : Over liver ,
lights , and heart , Yet not stay in any part . And if chance his arrow misses , He
will shoot himself in kisses , He doth bear a golden bow , And a quiver , hanging
low ...
1 Wings he hath , which though ye clip , He will leap from lip to lip : Over liver ,
lights , and heart , Yet not stay in any part . And if chance his arrow misses , He
will shoot himself in kisses , He doth bear a golden bow , And a quiver , hanging
low ...
الصفحة 123
Alas ! that he who first Gave time wild wings to fly away , Has now no power to
make him ftay . And though these games must needs be play'd , I wish this pair ,
when they are laid , And not a creature nigh ' em , .. Might catch his scythe as he ...
Alas ! that he who first Gave time wild wings to fly away , Has now no power to
make him ftay . And though these games must needs be play'd , I wish this pair ,
when they are laid , And not a creature nigh ' em , .. Might catch his scythe as he ...
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arms beauty begin beſt birds bluſh breaſt breath bring cheek comes dear death delight deſire doth earth eyes face fair faith fall fate fear fighs fight fing fire firſt flame flowers give gone grace grief grow hand happy hath head hear heart heav'n hope hour joys kind kiſs laſt late leave light live look loſe love's lovers maid meet melancholy mind morn move muſt nature ne'er never night nymph once pain paſſion play pleaſure poems poor prove reſt roſe ſay ſee ſeems ſhall ſhe ſhepherd ſhould ſing ſmile ſome SONG ſoul ſpring ſtill ſuch ſweet tears Tell thee theſe thing thoſe thou thought thouſand true wanton Whilft whoſe wind wings yield youth
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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 |