The poems of sir Walter Raleigh collected and authenticated with those of sir Henry Wotton and other courtly poets from 1540 to 1650, ed. with an intr. and notes by J. Hannah, Oplag 830 |
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... heart was broken ; spes et fortuna valete ! " Do with me now , therefore , what you list . I am more weary of life than they are desirous I should perish . " ( Edwards , ii . 52 ; July , 1592. ) As is often the case with men of high ...
... heart was broken ; spes et fortuna valete ! " Do with me now , therefore , what you list . I am more weary of life than they are desirous I should perish . " ( Edwards , ii . 52 ; July , 1592. ) As is often the case with men of high ...
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... heart of the captive , while his loyalty resumed its more natural and appropriate tenor . The despondency of his language will not suffice to prove a later date , because it was his usual tone Even as early as proud and vigorous under ...
... heart of the captive , while his loyalty resumed its more natural and appropriate tenor . The despondency of his language will not suffice to prove a later date , because it was his usual tone Even as early as proud and vigorous under ...
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... heart . " ( " Colin Clout's come home again , " 1591 ; ib . v . 33 , 37 , 47. ) III . SPECIMENS OF LAMPOONS ON RALEIGH . 1 . " Water thy plants with grace divine , And hope to live for aye ; Then to thy Saviour Christ incline ; In Him ...
... heart . " ( " Colin Clout's come home again , " 1591 ; ib . v . 33 , 37 , 47. ) III . SPECIMENS OF LAMPOONS ON RALEIGH . 1 . " Water thy plants with grace divine , And hope to live for aye ; Then to thy Saviour Christ incline ; In Him ...
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... hearts to try ? Your wits are in the wane ; your autumn in the bud ; You argue from particulars ; your reason is not good . And still that men may see less reason to commend you , I marvel most , amongst the rest , how schools and arts ...
... hearts to try ? Your wits are in the wane ; your autumn in the bud ; You argue from particulars ; your reason is not good . And still that men may see less reason to commend you , I marvel most , amongst the rest , how schools and arts ...
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... heart , " & c . ( MS . Tann . 306 , fol . 188 ; written stanza by stanza at the side of a copy of the original poem . ) V. THE REACTION AFTER HIS DEATH . 1 . " O hadst thou served thy Heroine all thy days ! Had Heaven from storms of ...
... heart , " & c . ( MS . Tann . 306 , fol . 188 ; written stanza by stanza at the side of a copy of the original poem . ) V. THE REACTION AFTER HIS DEATH . 1 . " O hadst thou served thy Heroine all thy days ! Had Heaven from storms of ...
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Side 52 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with age 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.
Side 131 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies ; How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries...
Side 10 - 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.
Side 91 - You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light ; You common people of the skies ; What are you when the moon shall rise?
Side 86 - ... eclipse and glory of her kind? CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE 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 ! Whose passions not his masters are, Whose soul is still prepared for death, Not tied unto the world with care Of public fame, or private breath...
Side 22 - Say to the court it glows And shines like rotten wood; Say to the church, it shows What's good, and doth no good: If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie. Tell potentates, they live Acting by others' action, Not lov'd unless they give, Not strong but by affection: If potentates reply, Give potentates the lie.
Side 25 - GiVE me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet ! My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage ! And thus I'll take my Pilgrimage!
Side 23 - Then give them all the lie. Tell zeal it lacks devotion, Tell love it is but lust, Tell time it is but motion. Tell flesh it is but dust; And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie.
Side 6 - Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay, Within that temple where the vestal flame Was wont to burn ; and passing by that way, To see that buried dust of living fame, Whose tomb fair Love and fairer Virtue kept, All suddenly I saw the Faery Queen, At whose approach the soul of Petrarch wept...
Side 120 - The rocks do not so cruelly Repulse the waves continually, As she my suit and affection: So that I am past remedy; Whereby my lute and I have done.