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Side xi
... eye : Well may you Poets haue of worthy name , Which have the foode and life of poetry . And yet the country or [ e ] the towne may swaye , Or beare a part , as clownes doe in a play . " ( Bastard's Chrestoleros , 1598 , Lib . ii . p ...
... eye : Well may you Poets haue of worthy name , Which have the foode and life of poetry . And yet the country or [ e ] the towne may swaye , Or beare a part , as clownes doe in a play . " ( Bastard's Chrestoleros , 1598 , Lib . ii . p ...
Side xli
... eyes , in vaine you wast your teares ; In vayne my sighs , the smokes of my despaires ; In vayne you search the earth and heauens aboue ; In vayne ye seeke ; for fortune keeps my loue . ' " + Compare the following fragment , the first ...
... eyes , in vaine you wast your teares ; In vayne my sighs , the smokes of my despaires ; In vayne you search the earth and heauens aboue ; In vayne ye seeke ; for fortune keeps my loue . ' " + Compare the following fragment , the first ...
Side xlvi
... eyes went long about To cause my heart for to forsake my breast , All in a rage , I sought to pull them out , As who had been such traitors to my rest : What could they say to win again my grace ? - Forsooth , that they had seen my ...
... eyes went long about To cause my heart for to forsake my breast , All in a rage , I sought to pull them out , As who had been such traitors to my rest : What could they say to win again my grace ? - Forsooth , that they had seen my ...
Side xlvii
... eye , mine eare , my hart : Mine eye , mine eare , my heart , to like , to learne , to loue , Her face , hir tong , hir wit , doth lead , doth teach , doth moue : Her face , her tong , hir wit , with beams , with sound , with art , Doth ...
... eye , mine eare , my hart : Mine eye , mine eare , my heart , to like , to learne , to loue , Her face , hir tong , hir wit , doth lead , doth teach , doth moue : Her face , her tong , hir wit , with beams , with sound , with art , Doth ...
Side li
... eyes To spread their teares , Adonis death reporting ; And tell Loues torments , sorrowing for her friend , Whose drops of blood , within your leaues consorting , Report faire Venus moaues to haue no end ! Then may remorce , in pittying ...
... eyes To spread their teares , Adonis death reporting ; And tell Loues torments , sorrowing for her friend , Whose drops of blood , within your leaues consorting , Report faire Venus moaues to haue no end ! Then may remorce , in pittying ...
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Albertus Morton Angler appended ascribed to Raleigh Ashm authority Ben Jonson Birch Cayley Cens Collection Collier's copy Countess of Devonshire death Donne doth doubt Dyce editor Ellis England's Helicon entitled Epitaph evidence Faery Queen Farewell Francis Davison giue given hath haue heart Heli Hoskins Ignoto inserted Izaak Walton Jonson King Lee Priory edition letter liue Lord loue Malone marked mentioned Nicolas's Oldys Oxford edition Parliament of 1614 Passionate Pembroke Percy Phoenix Nest piece Poet poetry Posidippus praise prefixed Prince d'Amour printed probably Queen quoted Raleigh wrote Raleigh's claim Raleigh's Poems Rawl remarks Reply repr reprinted Ritson says seems Shakesp shew signature signed Sir Albertus Sir Egerton Brydges Sir Henry Wotton Sir Walter Raleigh Soul Spenser stanza sweet Tann tell thee thou thought tion translation variations verses vertue viii volume write
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Side 39 - HOW happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill...
Side 80 - I saw the world, and yet I was not seen; My thread is cut, and yet it is not spun; And now I live, and now my life is done! I sought my death, and found it in my womb; I looked for life, and saw it was a shade; I trod the earth, and knew it was my tomb; And now I die, and now I am but made; The glass is full, and now my glass is run; And now I live, and now my life is done!
Side 85 - Even such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust ; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust. My God shall raise me up, I trust ! ELIZABETHAN MISCELLANIES.
Side 88 - THE world's a bubble, and the life of man less than a span; In his conception wretched, from the womb so to the tomb: Curst from the cradle, and brought up to years with cares and fears. Who then to frail mortality shall trust, But limns the water, or but writes in dust.
Side xxiv - An ambassador is an honest man, sent to lie abroad for the good of his country.
Side 26 - You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own ; What are you when the rose is blown ? So, when my mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not design'd Th...
Side 40 - Whose armour is his honest thought And simple truth his utmost skill! Whose passions not his masters...
Side 122 - In the loose rhymes of every poetaster? Could I be more than any man that lives, Great, fair, rich, wise, all in superlatives; Yet I more freely would these gifts resign, Than ever fortune would have made them mine; And hold one minute of this holy leisure Beyond the riches of this empty pleasure.