Specimens of the early English poets [ed. by G. Ellis.]. To which is prefixed an historical sketch of the rise and progress of the English poetry and language. By G. Ellis, Volume 31801 |
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... fate I now repent , but ' tis too late . No torment is so bad as love , So bitter to my soul can prove . All my griefs to this are jolly , Nought so harsh as melancholy . Friends and companions , get you gone , ' Tis my desire to be ...
... fate I now repent , but ' tis too late . No torment is so bad as love , So bitter to my soul can prove . All my griefs to this are jolly , Nought so harsh as melancholy . Friends and companions , get you gone , ' Tis my desire to be ...
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... fate did fetch Me , poor wretch , Into this unhappy error : Which to plague , no tyrant's mind . Pain can find Like my heart's self - guilty terror . Then , O then ! let that suffice , Your dear eyes Need not , need not more afflict me ...
... fate did fetch Me , poor wretch , Into this unhappy error : Which to plague , no tyrant's mind . Pain can find Like my heart's self - guilty terror . Then , O then ! let that suffice , Your dear eyes Need not , need not more afflict me ...
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... fate : For courtly silks in cares are spent , When country's russet breeds content . The power of sceptres we admire , But sheep - hooks for our use desire . Simple and low is our condition , For here with us is no ambition ; We with ...
... fate : For courtly silks in cares are spent , When country's russet breeds content . The power of sceptres we admire , But sheep - hooks for our use desire . Simple and low is our condition , For here with us is no ambition ; We with ...
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... , Sorrow calls no time that's gone . Violets pluck'd , the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again . Trim thy locks , look cheerfully , Fate's hidden ends eyes cannot see . VOL . III . E Joys , as winged dreams , fly fast , Why [ 49 ]
... , Sorrow calls no time that's gone . Violets pluck'd , the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again . Trim thy locks , look cheerfully , Fate's hidden ends eyes cannot see . VOL . III . E Joys , as winged dreams , fly fast , Why [ 49 ]
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... 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 . Some men with swords may reap the field , And plant fresh laurels where they kill ...
... 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 . Some men with swords may reap the field , And plant fresh laurels where they kill ...
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