Specimens, with memoirs, of the less-known British poets. With an intr. essay, by G. Gilfillan. The text ed. by C.C. Clarke, المجلد 1George Gilfillan 1881 |
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... bring into England men of learning in all branches from every part of Europe , and unbounded in his liberality to them . He enacted by a law that every person possessed of two hides of land should send their children to school until ...
... bring into England men of learning in all branches from every part of Europe , and unbounded in his liberality to them . He enacted by a law that every person possessed of two hides of land should send their children to school until ...
الصفحة xxiii
... bring . ' Forth he went , and hetR his men if the king come , That they shouldë him the castle yield , ere he with strength it nome . So he come toward his men , his own form he nome , And leaved the earl's form , and the king Uther ...
... bring . ' Forth he went , and hetR his men if the king come , That they shouldë him the castle yield , ere he with strength it nome . So he come toward his men , his own form he nome , And leaved the earl's form , and the king Uther ...
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... bring a man in a boat , amid the broad water , The wind and the water , and the boate wagging , Make a man many time , to fall and to stand , For stand he never so stiff , he stumbleth if he move , And yet is he safe and sound , and so ...
... bring a man in a boat , amid the broad water , The wind and the water , and the boate wagging , Make a man many time , to fall and to stand , For stand he never so stiff , he stumbleth if he move , And yet is he safe and sound , and so ...
الصفحة xlvi
... bring , He loured on him , and asked who taught him courtesy . MERCY AND TRUTH . Out of the west coast , a wench , as methought , Came walking in the way , to heavenward she looked ; Mercy hight that maidë , a meek thing withal , A full ...
... bring , He loured on him , and asked who taught him courtesy . MERCY AND TRUTH . Out of the west coast , a wench , as methought , Came walking in the way , to heavenward she looked ; Mercy hight that maidë , a meek thing withal , A full ...
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... bring the merchants and my leman hame . ' Some other sings , I will be blithe and light , My heart is lent upon so goodly wight.'7 And thoughtful lovers rounis to and fro , To leis9 their pain , and plain their jolly woe ; ' Fenestres ...
... bring the merchants and my leman hame . ' Some other sings , I will be blithe and light , My heart is lent upon so goodly wight.'7 And thoughtful lovers rounis to and fro , To leis9 their pain , and plain their jolly woe ; ' Fenestres ...
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Anacreon beauty behold Ben Jonson birds Blind Harry blood body born breast bright Castara Chaucer Court crown death delight died dost doth earth eyes face fair fame fear feast fire flame flowers Giles Fletcher give gold golden grace grief Hail hand Harpalus hath head heart heaven heavenly honour Inner Temple JOSHUA SYLVESTER kind king lady Lady Anne Clifford land light live lively colours look Lord love's Lyndsay maid melancholy mind Muses nature ne'er never night noble nought nymphs o'er poem poet poetry praise prince proud Queen Raleigh rich Robert Wisdom satire Scotland shine sight sing sleep smiles song sonnets soul spirit stars sweet tears tell thee thine things thou hast thought Tower tree twas unto verse Westminster Abbey wind wings wood youth
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الصفحة 178 - Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade. Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside...
الصفحة 112 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies ; How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries ? Sure, if that long-with-love-acquainted eyes Can judge of love, thou feel'st a lover's case ; I read it in thy looks ; thy languisht grace To me, that feel the like, thy state descries...
الصفحة 24 - Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. » We have short time to stay as you; We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you or anything.
الصفحة 177 - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
الصفحة 149 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust!
الصفحة 113 - Townsfolk my strength ; a daintier judge applies His praise to sleight, which from good use doth rise ; Some lucky wits impute it but to chance ; Others, because of both sides I do take My blood from them, who did excel in this, Think Nature me a man of arms did make. How far they shot awry ! the true cause is, STELLA looked on, and from her heavenly face Sent forth the beams which made so fair my race.
الصفحة 257 - Soul of the age! The applause! delight! the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read, and praise to give.
الصفحة 275 - 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 276 - Her finger was so small, the ring Would not stay on which they did bring, It was too wide a peck : And to say truth, for out it must, ' It look'd like the great collar, just, About our young colt's neck. Her feet beneath her petticoat, Like little mice stole in and out, As if they fear'd the light : But oh ! she dances such a way — No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
الصفحة 172 - Thus sung they in the English boat, A holy and a cheerful Note, And all the way, to guide their Chime, With falling Oars they kept the time.