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Side xvii
... writing on both sides of the question . In the second ed . there is no name at all . + Among Mr. B. H. Bright's MSS . ( No . 276 ) was a Journal supposed to have been written by Wotton , when in attendance on Lord Essex , from Aug. 14 ...
... writing on both sides of the question . In the second ed . there is no name at all . + Among Mr. B. H. Bright's MSS . ( No . 276 ) was a Journal supposed to have been written by Wotton , when in attendance on Lord Essex , from Aug. 14 ...
Side xxvi
... writer's name is spelt in an unusual manner , and that he describes himself as " of the Middle Temple , ” while Raleigh declared on his trial , that he had never " read a word of the law or statute before " he " was prisoner in the ...
... writer's name is spelt in an unusual manner , and that he describes himself as " of the Middle Temple , ” while Raleigh declared on his trial , that he had never " read a word of the law or statute before " he " was prisoner in the ...
Side xxx
... writing of the author , as Brydges thought , -unless Davison was himself A. W. , which is altogether unlikely . See Nicolas's ed . of Davison , pp . cxxv - viii . - It is not much more probable that Raleigh was A. W .; and therefore ...
... writing of the author , as Brydges thought , -unless Davison was himself A. W. , which is altogether unlikely . See Nicolas's ed . of Davison , pp . cxxv - viii . - It is not much more probable that Raleigh was A. W .; and therefore ...
Side xxxviii
... writer than the same subject , we should suspect that Raleigh wrote it also . Malone ( who remarks that there is ... writing encreaseth rage ; Staid are my thoughts , which lou'd , & lost , the wonder of our age ; " & c . * They have ...
... writer than the same subject , we should suspect that Raleigh wrote it also . Malone ( who remarks that there is ... writing encreaseth rage ; Staid are my thoughts , which lou'd , & lost , the wonder of our age ; " & c . * They have ...
Side xliii
... write , chiefly because we can shew that others have a better - founded claim to them . Of the whole number of forty - four poems , we may per- haps arrange twenty - three in the first class , which will leave thirteen for the second ...
... write , chiefly because we can shew that others have a better - founded claim to them . Of the whole number of forty - four poems , we may per- haps arrange twenty - three in the first class , which will leave thirteen for the second ...
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Albertus Morton Angler appended ascribed to Raleigh Ashm authority Ben Jonson Birch Bodleian 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 stanza sweet Tann tell thee thou thought tion variations Venice verses vertue viii volume write
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Side xiv - An ambassador is an honest man, sent to lie abroad for the good of his country.
Side 128 - The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields : 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 70 - 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 ! n.
Side 128 - The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward Winter reckoning yields: 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.
Side 75 - 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 78 - 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 his cradle, and brought up to years With cares and fears. Who then to frail mortality shall trust, But limns on water, or but writes in dust.
Side 106 - 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 14 - 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 30 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend — This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall: Lord of himself, though not of lands, And, having nothing, yet hath all.
Side 30 - Nor ruin make oppressors great; Who God doth late and early pray More of His grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a...