Specimens of the British Poets: Chaucer, 1400, to Beaumont, 1628Thomas Campbell John Murray, 1819 |
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... Heaven and pleading for the Guilty , with Justice described by her Qualities ( from Giles Fletcher's Christ's Victory in Heaven ) · 308 Justice addressing the Creator · 310 Mercy brightening the Rainbow 311 · The Palace of Presumption ...
... Heaven and pleading for the Guilty , with Justice described by her Qualities ( from Giles Fletcher's Christ's Victory in Heaven ) · 308 Justice addressing the Creator · 310 Mercy brightening the Rainbow 311 · The Palace of Presumption ...
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... heaven by a large eagle , who addresses him in the name of St. James and the Virgin Mary , and , in order to quiet the poet's fears of being carried up to Jupiter , like another Ganymede , or turned into a star like Orion , tells him ...
... heaven by a large eagle , who addresses him in the name of St. James and the Virgin Mary , and , in order to quiet the poet's fears of being carried up to Jupiter , like another Ganymede , or turned into a star like Orion , tells him ...
الصفحة 74
... heavens won ; And amorously lift up your headès all Thank love that list you to his mercy call , " * * * * * * * * And therewith cast I down mine eye again , Whereas I saw walking under the tower , Full secretly new comyn to her pleyne ...
... heavens won ; And amorously lift up your headès all Thank love that list you to his mercy call , " * * * * * * * * And therewith cast I down mine eye again , Whereas I saw walking under the tower , Full secretly new comyn to her pleyne ...
الصفحة 85
... heaven and hell . - 5 Methought among the fell fiends . — 6 The devil made proclaim a dance.— 7 of sinners that were never shriven . - 8 Against the feast of Fastern's even . To make their observance . — 10 He bade ( his ) gallants go ...
... heaven and hell . - 5 Methought among the fell fiends . — 6 The devil made proclaim a dance.— 7 of sinners that were never shriven . - 8 Against the feast of Fastern's even . To make their observance . — 10 He bade ( his ) gallants go ...
الصفحة 133
... heaven above can make : All these , in fine , may not compare , experience so doth prove , Unto the torments , sharp and strange , of such as be in love . Love looks aloft , and laughs to scorn all such as griefs annoy , The more ...
... heaven above can make : All these , in fine , may not compare , experience so doth prove , Unto the torments , sharp and strange , of such as be in love . Love looks aloft , and laughs to scorn all such as griefs annoy , The more ...
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الصفحة 283 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth "s unknown, although his height be taken.
الصفحة 160 - Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold; A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
الصفحة 111 - Forget not yet the tried intent Of such a truth as I have meant ; My great travail so gladly spent, Forget not yet ! Forget not yet when first began The weary life ye know, since whan The suit, the service none tell can ; Forget not yet ! Forget not yet the great assays, The cruel wrong...
الصفحة 122 - The turtle to her make hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.
الصفحة 235 - With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin : All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love ! has she done this to thee ? What shall, alas ! become of me...
الصفحة 340 - So high in thoughts as I : You left a kiss Upon these lips then, which I mean to keep From you for ever. I did hear you talk Far above singing ! After you were gone, I grew acquainted with my heart, and search'd What stirr'd it so : Alas ! I found it love ; Yet far from lust ; for could I but have lived In presence of you, I had had my end.
الصفحة 219 - Tell zeal it lacks devotion, Tell love it is but lust, Tell time it is but motion, Tell flesh it is but dust ; And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie.
الصفحة 283 - When summer's breath their masked buds discloses : But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall fade, my verse distils your truth.
الصفحة 20 - And bathed every veyne in swich licour. Of which vertu engendred is the flour; Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth Inspired hath in every holt and heeth The tendre croppes...
الصفحة 283 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give ! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses ; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves.