Specimens of the early English poets [ed. by G. Ellis.]. To which is prefixed an historical sketch of the rise and progress of the English poetry and language. By G. Ellis, المجلد 31801 |
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English poets George Ellis. THOMAS HEYWOOD . Langbaine enumerates five - and - twenty plays written by this voluminous author . The following extracts are taken from his " Pleasant Dialogues and Dramas , & c . " small 12mo . 1637 . SONG ...
English poets George Ellis. THOMAS HEYWOOD . Langbaine enumerates five - and - twenty plays written by this voluminous author . The following extracts are taken from his " Pleasant Dialogues and Dramas , & c . " small 12mo . 1637 . SONG ...
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... play'd , I wish this pair , when they are laid , And not a creature nigh ' em , Might catch his scythe as he doth pass , And cut his wings , and break his glass , ́ And keep him ever by ' em . SONG . [ In the Queen of Corinth . ] WEEP ...
... play'd , I wish this pair , when they are laid , And not a creature nigh ' em , Might catch his scythe as he doth pass , And cut his wings , and break his glass , ́ And keep him ever by ' em . SONG . [ In the Queen of Corinth . ] WEEP ...
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... thyself in fairest guise , If that ye , winds , would hear A voice surpassing far Amphion's lyre , Your furious chiding stay ; Let zephyr.only breathe , And with her tresses play . * * 1 The winds all silent are , And Phoebus in [ 58 ]
... thyself in fairest guise , If that ye , winds , would hear A voice surpassing far Amphion's lyre , Your furious chiding stay ; Let zephyr.only breathe , And with her tresses play . * * 1 The winds all silent are , And Phoebus in [ 58 ]
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... play the fool and die ? Those that bear a noble mind Where they want of riches find , Think what with them they would do , Who without them dare to woo ; And unless that mind I see , What care I though great she be ? Great or good , or ...
... play the fool and die ? Those that bear a noble mind Where they want of riches find , Think what with them they would do , Who without them dare to woo ; And unless that mind I see , What care I though great she be ? Great or good , or ...
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... Play'd with the burning coals of love and beauty's flames ? Was't I , could dive , and sound each passion's secret depth at will , And from those huge o'erwhelmings rise by help of reason still ? And am I now , O heavens ! for trying ...
... Play'd with the burning coals of love and beauty's flames ? Was't I , could dive , and sound each passion's secret depth at will , And from those huge o'erwhelmings rise by help of reason still ? And am I now , O heavens ! for trying ...
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الصفحة 225 - To ALTHEA FROM PRISON WHEN Love with unconfined 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 23 - Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow.
الصفحة 96 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings. Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
الصفحة 43 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.
الصفحة 198 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
الصفحة 180 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
الصفحة 129 - Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale when May is past, For in your sweet dividing throat She winters and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose, For in your beauty's orient deep These flowers as in their causes, sleep.
الصفحة 56 - Cause I see a woman kind; Or a well disposed nature Joined with a lovely feature? Be she meeker, kinder, than Turtle-dove or pelican, If she be not so to me, What care I how kind she be?
الصفحة 225 - When (like committed Linnets) I With shriller throat shall sing The sweetness, Mercy, Majesty, And glories of my King ; When I shall voice aloud, how Good He is, how Great should be ; Enlarged Winds that curl the Flood, Know no such Liberty.
الصفحة 350 - scape, Rivals and Falsehood soon appear In a more dreadful shape. By such degrees to joy they come, And are so long withstood, So slowly they receive the sum, It hardly does them good. 'Tis cruel to prolong a pain; And to defer a joy, Believe me, gentle Celemene, Offends the winged boy.