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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الصفحة 10
... pleasures prove That hills and valleys , dale and field , And all the craggy mountains yield . There will we sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed their flocks , By shallow rivers , to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals ...
... pleasures prove That hills and valleys , dale and field , And all the craggy mountains yield . There will we sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed their flocks , By shallow rivers , to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals ...
الصفحة 11
... pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love ; But time drives flocks from field to fold , When rivers rage and rocks grow cold , Then Philomel becometh dumb , And age complains of cares to come . The flowers do fade , and ...
... pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love ; But time drives flocks from field to fold , When rivers rage and rocks grow cold , Then Philomel becometh dumb , And age complains of cares to come . The flowers do fade , and ...
الصفحة 32
... pleasure Of their divine aspects , appearing plain , And kindling love in him above all measure ; Sweet love , still joyous , never feeling pain : For what so goodly form he there doth see He may enjoy , from jealous rancour free ...
... pleasure Of their divine aspects , appearing plain , And kindling love in him above all measure ; Sweet love , still joyous , never feeling pain : For what so goodly form he there doth see He may enjoy , from jealous rancour free ...
الصفحة 46
... pleasures yield , Horace might envy in his Sabine field . Thus would I double my life's fading space , For he that runs it well , twice runs his race . And in this true delight , These unbought sports , that happy state , I would not ...
... pleasures yield , Horace might envy in his Sabine field . Thus would I double my life's fading space , For he that runs it well , twice runs his race . And in this true delight , These unbought sports , that happy state , I would not ...
الصفحة 58
... be got at will Most sorts of men do set but little store . Why then should I account of little pain , That endless pleasure shall unto me gain ? E. Spenser . ILLUSIONS . ILLUSIONS . A GOOD that never satisfies the E Spenser.
... be got at will Most sorts of men do set but little store . Why then should I account of little pain , That endless pleasure shall unto me gain ? E. Spenser . ILLUSIONS . ILLUSIONS . A GOOD that never satisfies the E Spenser.
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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 Dunfermline town earth Edward 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 Milton moon MORNING OF CHRIST'S Mother Muse Nanny ne'er never night nightingale Noroway notes numbers nymph o'er Osiris pain PATRICK SPENCE Phillida flouts Philomela pleasure poem praise Procne rose sad cypress Sally shade Shakespeare shepherds shine 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 weep wilt thou winds wings Yarrow youth
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الصفحة 39 - But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread; Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
الصفحة 85 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine ; Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage. But O, sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower ? Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what love did seek.
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 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 272 - tis said) Before was never made But when of old the Sons of Morning sung, While the Creator great His constellations set, And the well-balanced world on hinges hung ; And cast the dark foundations deep, And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep.
الصفحة 37 - When by the rout that made the hideous roar His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?
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 211 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high. His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful-wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.