The Book of Gems: Chaucer to PriorSamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1836 |
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الصفحة xii
... Song 74 The Bait 126 Song 75 Love's Deitie 127 Song 76 Breake of Day 128 The Message 129 The Legacy ib . BROOKE . Song 130 Song 131 From a Treatise of Warres 79 From a Treatise of Religion 80 JONSON . SOUTHWELL . From Masques at Court ...
... Song 74 The Bait 126 Song 75 Love's Deitie 127 Song 76 Breake of Day 128 The Message 129 The Legacy ib . BROOKE . Song 130 Song 131 From a Treatise of Warres 79 From a Treatise of Religion 80 JONSON . SOUTHWELL . From Masques at Court ...
الصفحة xiii
... Song 210 • From Fair Virtue 171 . Song ib . The Stedfast Shepheard 172 Song 211 CAREW . WALLER . To the Countess of Anglesey 175 To a very Young Lady Disdain Returned 177 Song . Ingrateful Beauty Threatened ib . To a Lady singing a Song ...
... Song 210 • From Fair Virtue 171 . Song ib . The Stedfast Shepheard 172 Song 211 CAREW . WALLER . To the Countess of Anglesey 175 To a very Young Lady Disdain Returned 177 Song . Ingrateful Beauty Threatened ib . To a Lady singing a Song ...
الصفحة xiv
... Song The Complaint 253 Song Resolved to Love Anacreontics . - Drinking The Grasshopper 257 258 259 Song The Indifference LOVELACE . Song . To Sir Peter Lely , on his Picture of Charles I. To Lucasta . - Going to the Wars The Scrutiny ...
... Song The Complaint 253 Song Resolved to Love Anacreontics . - Drinking The Grasshopper 257 258 259 Song The Indifference LOVELACE . Song . To Sir Peter Lely , on his Picture of Charles I. To Lucasta . - Going to the Wars The Scrutiny ...
الصفحة 6
... song was endid in this wise , The nightingale , with so mery a note , Answerid him , that alle the wode yrong So sodainly , that , as it were a sote , I stode astonied , and was , with the song , Thorow ravishid ; that , till late and ...
... song was endid in this wise , The nightingale , with so mery a note , Answerid him , that alle the wode yrong So sodainly , that , as it were a sote , I stode astonied , and was , with the song , Thorow ravishid ; that , till late and ...
الصفحة 7
... song full sobirly ; But all they yede in maner of compace . But one there yede , in mid the company , Sole , by herself : but all follow'd the pace That she kept : whose hevinly figured face So plesaunt was , and hir wele shape person ...
... song full sobirly ; But all they yede in maner of compace . But one there yede , in mid the company , Sole , by herself : but all follow'd the pace That she kept : whose hevinly figured face So plesaunt was , and hir wele shape person ...
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الصفحة 221 - Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings ; There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
الصفحة 106 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe.
الصفحة 138 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed : Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound.
الصفحة 267 - He makes the figs our mouths to meet And throws the melons at our feet; But apples, plants of such a price, No tree could ever bear them twice.
الصفحة 271 - Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the Flood, And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews.
الصفحة 227 - 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. Or call up him that left...
الصفحة 223 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequer'd shade...
الصفحة 267 - Ambergris on shore. He cast (of which we rather boast) The Gospel's Pearl upon our Coast. And in these Rocks for us did frame A Temple, where to sound his Name. Oh let our Voice his Praise exalt, Till it arrive at Heaven's Vault : Which thence (perhaps) rebounding may Echo beyond the Mexique Bay.
الصفحة 200 - Who would have thought my shrivelled heart Could have recovered greenness? It was gone Quite under ground; as flowers depart To see their mother-root, when they have blown; Where they together All the hard weather, Dead to the world, keep house unknown.
الصفحة 226 - Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step and musing gait And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes; There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad, leaden, downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast.