Specimens of the British Poets ...W. Suttaby, 1809 |
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Strona 38
... sounds . If these may serve for to entice Your presence to love's paradise , Then come with me , and be my dear , And we will straight begin the year . SHALL I like an hermit dwell , On a rock , or in a cell ? Calling home the smallest ...
... sounds . If these may serve for to entice Your presence to love's paradise , Then come with me , and be my dear , And we will straight begin the year . SHALL I like an hermit dwell , On a rock , or in a cell ? Calling home the smallest ...
Strona 46
... Sound savory , and bazil , harty - hale , Fat colworts , and comforting perseline , Cold lettice , and refreshing rosmarine ; And whatso else of vertue good or ill Grew in this garden , fetch'd from far away , Of every one he takes ...
... Sound savory , and bazil , harty - hale , Fat colworts , and comforting perseline , Cold lettice , and refreshing rosmarine ; And whatso else of vertue good or ill Grew in this garden , fetch'd from far away , Of every one he takes ...
Strona 48
... his head did move , As in their sire's new love both triumphing ; And many nymphs about them flocking round , And many Tritons , which their horns did sound . And round about her work she did empale , With 48 SPENSER .
... his head did move , As in their sire's new love both triumphing ; And many nymphs about them flocking round , And many Tritons , which their horns did sound . And round about her work she did empale , With 48 SPENSER .
Strona 73
... sound . Give me a look , give me a face , That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing , hair as free ; Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all th ' adulteries of art 1 That strike mine eye , but not mine heart . Vol . I. E ...
... sound . Give me a look , give me a face , That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing , hair as free ; Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all th ' adulteries of art 1 That strike mine eye , but not mine heart . Vol . I. E ...
Strona 77
... sound . Fountain - heads and pathless groves , Places which pale passion loves ; Moonlight walks , when all the fowls Are warmly hous'd , save bats and owls ; A midnight bell , a parting groan , These are the sounds we feed upon . Then ...
... sound . Fountain - heads and pathless groves , Places which pale passion loves ; Moonlight walks , when all the fowls Are warmly hous'd , save bats and owls ; A midnight bell , a parting groan , These are the sounds we feed upon . Then ...
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Alma beauteous beauty Blouzelind breast breath bright Castara charms Cupid dear death delight Dick doth e'er eccho ring Eclogue Emma eyes face fair fame fancy fate fear flame flowers gentle give goddess grace grief ground hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven honour Hymen king kiss light live lov'd lover Lubberkin Lucretius lute lyre maid MATTHEW PRIOR mighty mind Muse ne'er never NICHOLAS ROWE night numbers Nut-brown Maid nymph o'er Ovid pain Pallas passion pity plac'd plain pleasure poets praise pride queen rose shade shepherd shine sighs sight sing smile soft song SONNETS sorrow soul spide summer queen sung swain sweet tears tell Tereu thee thine things THOMAS PARNELL thought thrice Twas unto verse virtue ween Whilst winds wings wise woods youth
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Strona 183 - Or let my lamp at midnight hour, Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft outwatch the Bear...
Strona 189 - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Strona 14 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Strona 180 - 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...
Strona 223 - Far in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew ; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well : Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
Strona 186 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful jollity ; Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods and becks, and wreathed smiles.
Strona 180 - But first, and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song, In her sweetest, saddest plight.
Strona 163 - Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing, Happier than the happiest king. All the fields which thou dost see, All the plants, belong to thee ; All that summer hours produce, Fertile made with early juice; Man for thee does sow and plow; Farmer he, and landlord thou ! Thou dost innocently joy, Nor does thy luxury destroy.
Strona 216 - Art she had none, yet wanted none, For Nature did that Want supply: So rich in Treasures of her Own, She might our boasted Stores defy: Such Noble Vigour did her Verse adorn, That it seem'd borrow'd, where 'twas only born.
Strona 125 - 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?