Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed an Historical Sketch of the Rise and Progress of the English Poetry and Language, المجلد 3W. Bulmer and Company, 1803 - 458 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 125
... Nature seems to have intended him for a knight errant , but disappointed ambition made him a saint . Walton tells us that no less than 10,000 copies of his poems were sold ; a circumstance which proves the religious zeal , much more ...
... Nature seems to have intended him for a knight errant , but disappointed ambition made him a saint . Walton tells us that no less than 10,000 copies of his poems were sold ; a circumstance which proves the religious zeal , much more ...
الصفحة 130
... nature at a price Would stock old Paradise again . These glories while you dote upon , I envy not your spring , nor pride . Nay , boast the summer all your own ! My thoughts with less are satisfied . Give me a little plot of ground ...
... nature at a price Would stock old Paradise again . These glories while you dote upon , I envy not your spring , nor pride . Nay , boast the summer all your own ! My thoughts with less are satisfied . Give me a little plot of ground ...
الصفحة 148
... Nature's dearest minion ? The snare of Youth ; like the inconstant moon , Waxing and waning ; error of opinion ; A morning's flower that withereth ere noon ; A swelling fruit , no sooner ripe than rotten , Which sickness makes forlorn ...
... Nature's dearest minion ? The snare of Youth ; like the inconstant moon , Waxing and waning ; error of opinion ; A morning's flower that withereth ere noon ; A swelling fruit , no sooner ripe than rotten , Which sickness makes forlorn ...
الصفحة 158
... nature To be enjoy'd , and ' twere a sin There to be scarce , where she hath been So prodigal of her best graces : Thus common beauties , and mean faces , Shall have more pastime , and enjoy The sport you lose by being coy . Did the ...
... nature To be enjoy'd , and ' twere a sin There to be scarce , where she hath been So prodigal of her best graces : Thus common beauties , and mean faces , Shall have more pastime , and enjoy The sport you lose by being coy . Did the ...
الصفحة 184
... Nature there did strive To seem as pitiless as she Was to her lover when alive . And now , methought , I lost all care In losing her ; and was as free As birds let loose into the air , Or rivers that are got to sea . • Yet soon , now ...
... Nature there did strive To seem as pitiless as she Was to her lover when alive . And now , methought , I lost all care In losing her ; and was as free As birds let loose into the air , Or rivers that are got to sea . • Yet soon , now ...
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الصفحة 132 - 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 278 - Enlarged winds that curl the flood Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage ; Minds innocent and quiet take That for a hermitage.
الصفحة 193 - Go, lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
الصفحة 244 - 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 126 - But Time did beckon to the flowers, and they By noon most cunningly did steal away, And wither'd in my hand. My hand was next to them, and then my heart ; I took, without more thinking, in good part Time's gentle admonition ; Who did so sweetly death's sad taste convey, Making my mind to smell my fatal day, Yet sugaring the suspicion.
الصفحة 277 - Our hearts with loyal flames; When thirsty grief in wine we steep, When healths and draughts go free Fishes that tipple in the deep Know no such liberty.
الصفحة 277 - 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 fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
الصفحة 276 - Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
الصفحة 252 - Marched boldly up, like our trained band, Presented, and away. When all the meat was on the table What man of knife, or teeth, was able To stay to be intreated ? And this the very reason was Before the parson could say grace The company was seated.
الصفحة 222 - 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.