Anthologia Anglica, a new selection from the English poets from Spenser to Shelley, with short literary notices by H. Williams |
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... head disarmed In her loose lap , it softly to sustain , Where soon he slumbered fearing not be harmed : The whiles with a love lay she thus him sweetly charmed . 6 XV Behold , O man ! that toilsome pains dost take , The flowers , the ...
... head disarmed In her loose lap , it softly to sustain , Where soon he slumbered fearing not be harmed : The whiles with a love lay she thus him sweetly charmed . 6 XV Behold , O man ! that toilsome pains dost take , The flowers , the ...
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... head . LVI In her left hand a cup of gold she held , And with her right the riper fruit did reach , Whose sappy liquor , that with fulness swelled , Into her cup she squeezed with dainty breach Of her fine fingers , without foul empeach ...
... head . LVI In her left hand a cup of gold she held , And with her right the riper fruit did reach , Whose sappy liquor , that with fulness swelled , Into her cup she squeezed with dainty breach Of her fine fingers , without foul empeach ...
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... head she in her lap did soft dispose . LXXVII Upon a bed of roses she was laid , As faint through heat , or dight to pleasant sin ; And was arrayed , or rather disarrayed , All in a veil of silk and silver thin , That hid no whit her ...
... head she in her lap did soft dispose . LXXVII Upon a bed of roses she was laid , As faint through heat , or dight to pleasant sin ; And was arrayed , or rather disarrayed , All in a veil of silk and silver thin , That hid no whit her ...
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... head and tail were fast com- bined . XLI The cause why she was covered with a vele Was hard to know , for that her priests the same From peoples ' knowledge laboured to conceal : But sooth it was not sure for womanish shame , Nor any ...
... head and tail were fast com- bined . XLI The cause why she was covered with a vele Was hard to know , for that her priests the same From peoples ' knowledge laboured to conceal : But sooth it was not sure for womanish shame , Nor any ...
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... head A chapelet of sundry flowers she wore , From under which the dewy humour shed , Did trickle down her hair , like to the hoar Congealed little drops which do the morn adore . XLVII On her two pretty handmaids did attend , One called ...
... head A chapelet of sundry flowers she wore , From under which the dewy humour shed , Did trickle down her hair , like to the hoar Congealed little drops which do the morn adore . XLVII On her two pretty handmaids did attend , One called ...
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Page 58 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Page 34 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Page 280 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?
Page 163 - Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Page 432 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again.
Page 143 - HENCE, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings And the night-raven sings ; There under ebon shades, and low-brow'd rocks As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Page 215 - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Page 76 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair and wise is she ; The heaven such grace did lend her That she might admired be. Is she kind as she is fair ? for beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness ; And, being help'd, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling ; She excels each mortal thing Upon the dull earth dwelling ; To her let us garlands bring.
Page 277 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Page 32 - All the images of nature were still present to him, and he drew them not laboriously, but luckily. When he describes anything, you more than see it, you feel it too. Those who accuse him to have wanted learning give him the greater commendation. He was naturally learned. He needed not the spectacles of books to read nature. He looked inwards, and found her there.