A Poetry-book of Elder Poets: Consisting of Songs & Sonnets, Odes & Lyrics, Selected and Arranged, with Notes, from the Works of the Elder English Poets, Dating from the Beginning of the Fourteenth Century to the Middle of the Eighteenth CenturyB. Tauchnitz, 1878 - 298 من الصفحات |
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... HAND AND GLOVE HALF A MILLION OF MONEY DEBENHAM'S vow IN THE DAYS OF MY YOUTH UNTRODDEN PEAKS AND UNFREQUENTED VALLEYS MONSIEUR MAURICE BLACK FOREST A THOUSAND MILES UP THE NILE 2 vols . 2 vols . 1 vol . 2 vols . 2 vols . 2 vols . 1 vol ...
... HAND AND GLOVE HALF A MILLION OF MONEY DEBENHAM'S vow IN THE DAYS OF MY YOUTH UNTRODDEN PEAKS AND UNFREQUENTED VALLEYS MONSIEUR MAURICE BLACK FOREST A THOUSAND MILES UP THE NILE 2 vols . 2 vols . 1 vol . 2 vols . 2 vols . 2 vols . 1 vol ...
الصفحة 19
... hand , Steal from his figure , and no pace perceived ; So your sweet hue , which methinks still doth stand , Hath motion , and mine eye may be deceived : For fear of which , hear this , thou age unbred , - Ere you were born , was ...
... hand , Steal from his figure , and no pace perceived ; So your sweet hue , which methinks still doth stand , Hath motion , and mine eye may be deceived : For fear of which , hear this , thou age unbred , - Ere you were born , was ...
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... hand is sworn Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn : Vow , alack , for youth unmeet ; Youth so apt to pluck a sweet . Do not call it sin in me That I am forsworn for thee : Thou for whom e'en Jove would swear Juno but an Ethiope were ...
... hand is sworn Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn : Vow , alack , for youth unmeet ; Youth so apt to pluck a sweet . Do not call it sin in me That I am forsworn for thee : Thou for whom e'en Jove would swear Juno but an Ethiope were ...
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... 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 . Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath , When his pulse failing , passion ...
... 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 . Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath , When his pulse failing , passion ...
الصفحة 28
... each sound draws forth a tear ; For which be silent as in woods before : Or if that any hand to touch thee deign , Like widow'd turtle still her loss complain . William Drummond . THE LOVER TO HIS LYRE . 29 THE LOVER TO William Drummond.
... each sound draws forth a tear ; For which be silent as in woods before : Or if that any hand to touch thee deign , Like widow'd turtle still her loss complain . William Drummond . THE LOVER TO HIS LYRE . 29 THE LOVER TO William Drummond.
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ALEXANDER SELKIRK AULD ROBIN GRAY BATTLE OF AGINCOURT Beaumont beauty birds Blake breath bright CHRIST'S NATIVITY crown dear death doth earth Elder Poets ELEGY ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA Eurydice eyes fair fairy fear Fletcher flower golden good-morrow grave green grief grove hand hast hath hear heart heaven Helen honour INVERMAY King Kirconnell kiss ladies light Line live Lord LOVE'S LOVER Lycidas lyre melancholy Milton moon MORNING OF CHRIST'S Mother Muse Nanny ne'er never night nightingale Noroway notes numbers nymph o'er Osiris pale PATRICK SPENCE Phillida flouts Philomela pleasure poem praise Procne queen rose sad cypress satyrs shade Shakespeare shepherds shine sigh sing SIR PATRICK SPENCE sleep smiling SONG sorrow soul sound spring stream swain sweet tears tell Tereus Thammuz thee things tree unto Verse voice wanton warble weep winds wings Yarrow youth
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الصفحة 19 - To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers...
الصفحة 203 - How blest is he who crowns in shades like these A youth of labour with an age of ease; Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly!
الصفحة 73 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted...
الصفحة 139 - Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly Then, heigh, ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! &c.
الصفحة 117 - When Love with unconfine'd wings Hovers within my Gates ; And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the Grates : When I lie tangled in her hair, And fetter'd to her eye ; The Birds, that wanton in the Air, Know no such Liberty.
الصفحة 274 - The lonely mountains o'er And the resounding shore A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament ; From haunted spring and dale Edged with poplar pale The parting Genius is with sighing sent ; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
الصفحة 268 - See how from far, upon the eastern road, The star-led wizards haste with odours sweet : O run, prevent them with thy humble ode And lay it lowly at His blessed feet ; Have thou the honour first thy Lord to greet, And join thy voice unto the angel quire From out his secret altar touched with hallowed fire.
الصفحة 146 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming ? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
الصفحة 82 - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sunbeams, Or likest hovering dreams The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
الصفحة 210 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...