Specimens of the British Poets: Chaucer, 1400, to Beaumont, 1628Thomas Campbell John Murray, 1819 |
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الصفحة 152
... hope of fruit . III . But , ere the blossom fair doth rise , To shoot its sweetness o'er the taste , Creepeth disdain in canker - wise , And chilling scorn the fruit doth blast : There is no hope of all our toil ; There is no fruit from ...
... hope of fruit . III . But , ere the blossom fair doth rise , To shoot its sweetness o'er the taste , Creepeth disdain in canker - wise , And chilling scorn the fruit doth blast : There is no hope of all our toil ; There is no fruit from ...
الصفحة 164
... loving looks are murd'ring darts , Her songs bewitching charms . Like winter rose , and summer ice , Her joys are still untimely ; Before her hope , behind remorse , Fair first , 164 ROBERT SOUTHWELL . Love's servile.
... loving looks are murd'ring darts , Her songs bewitching charms . Like winter rose , and summer ice , Her joys are still untimely ; Before her hope , behind remorse , Fair first , 164 ROBERT SOUTHWELL . Love's servile.
الصفحة 165
Thomas Campbell. Before her hope , behind remorse , Fair first , in fine unseemly . Plough not the seas , sow not the sands , Leave off your idle pain ; Seek other mistress for your Love's service is in vain . minds , LOOK HOME . RETIRED ...
Thomas Campbell. Before her hope , behind remorse , Fair first , in fine unseemly . Plough not the seas , sow not the sands , Leave off your idle pain ; Seek other mistress for your Love's service is in vain . minds , LOOK HOME . RETIRED ...
الصفحة 212
... hope , with melting eyes did view , All suddenly abash'd , she changed hue , And with stern horror backward gan to start ; But when she better him beheld , she grew Full of soft passion and unwonted smart ; The point of pity pierced ...
... hope , with melting eyes did view , All suddenly abash'd , she changed hue , And with stern horror backward gan to start ; But when she better him beheld , she grew Full of soft passion and unwonted smart ; The point of pity pierced ...
الصفحة 227
... hope is vain , How fortune frowns upon my state . And in this mood , charged with despair , With vapour'd sighs I dim the air , And to the Gods make this request , That by the ending of my life , I may have truce with this strange ...
... hope is vain , How fortune frowns upon my state . And in this mood , charged with despair , With vapour'd sighs I dim the air , And to the Gods make this request , That by the ending of my life , I may have truce with this strange ...
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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.