Specimens of the Early English Poets,: To which is Prefixed, an Historical Sketch of the Rise and Progress of the English Poetry and Language;Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, Paternoster-Row., 1811 - English poetry |
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... live always in great horroùr , And say , it goeth by destiny To hang or wed : both hath one hour . And , whether it be , I am well sure , Hanging is better of the twain ; Sooner done , and shorter pain . The minor poets of this reign ...
... live always in great horroùr , And say , it goeth by destiny To hang or wed : both hath one hour . And , whether it be , I am well sure , Hanging is better of the twain ; Sooner done , and shorter pain . The minor poets of this reign ...
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... Brutus sought by dreams , Like bended moon that leans her lusty side . My king , my country I seek , for whom I live : O , mighty Jove , the winds for this me give ! The Courtier's Life . In court to serve decked with SIR THOMAS WYATT .
... Brutus sought by dreams , Like bended moon that leans her lusty side . My king , my country I seek , for whom I live : O , mighty Jove , the winds for this me give ! The Courtier's Life . In court to serve decked with SIR THOMAS WYATT .
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... live thrall under the awe Of lordly looks , wrapped within my cloak , To will and lust learning to set a law : — It is not that because I scorn or mock The power of them whom Fortune here hath lent Charge over us , of right to strike ...
... live thrall under the awe Of lordly looks , wrapped within my cloak , To will and lust learning to set a law : — It is not that because I scorn or mock The power of them whom Fortune here hath lent Charge over us , of right to strike ...
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... that can allow the state Of high Cæsar , and damn Cato to die , That with his death did ' scape out of the gate From Cæsar's hands , if Livy doth not lie , And would not live where liberty was lost , So 50 SIR THOMAS WYATT .
... that can allow the state Of high Cæsar , and damn Cato to die , That with his death did ' scape out of the gate From Cæsar's hands , if Livy doth not lie , And would not live where liberty was lost , So 50 SIR THOMAS WYATT .
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... live where liberty was lost , So did his heart the commonwealth apply . I am not he , such eloquence to boast * [ To ] praise Sir Thopas for a noble tale , And scorn the story that the knight told : " Praise him for counsel that is ...
... live where liberty was lost , So did his heart the commonwealth apply . I am not he , such eloquence to boast * [ To ] praise Sir Thopas for a noble tale , And scorn the story that the knight told : " Praise him for counsel that is ...
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Page 220 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Page 342 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
Page 334 - Tell them that brave it most, They beg for more by spending, Who, in their greatest cost, Seek nothing but commending: And if they make reply Then give them all the lie.
Page 351 - 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.
Page 221 - A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten ; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps, and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.
Page 358 - If he be addict to vice, Quickly him they will entice ; If to women he be bent, They have at commandement : But if Fortune once do frown, Then farewell his great renown ; They that fawn'd on him before Use his company no more. He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need : If thou sorrow, he will weep ; If thou wake, he cannot sleep ; Thus of every grief in heart He with thee doth bear a part. These are certain signs to know Faithful friend from flattering foe.
Page 348 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished! Reply, reply. It is engendered in the eyes. With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell.
Page 263 - My true love hath my heart and I have his. His heart in me keeps him and me in one, My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides; He loves my heart, for once it was his own, I cherish his, because in me it bides. My true love hath my heart and I have his.
Page 355 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.
Page 243 - At cards for kisses, Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows...