Specimens of the British Poets ...W. Suttaby, 1809 |
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Side 5
... flame and smoke Breaks out on every side . Ye cannot love so guide That it no issue win ; Abroad needs must it glide That burns so hot within . ANONYMOUS . A Man may live thrice Nestor's life , ( 5 ) SIR THOMAS WYAT 1503-1541 Since love ...
... flame and smoke Breaks out on every side . Ye cannot love so guide That it no issue win ; Abroad needs must it glide That burns so hot within . ANONYMOUS . A Man may live thrice Nestor's life , ( 5 ) SIR THOMAS WYAT 1503-1541 Since love ...
Side 53
... flames with many a flake , And many a batchelor to wait on him , In their fresh garments trim ; Bid her awake , therefore , and soon her dight , For loe , the wished day is come at last , That shall for all the pains and sorrows past ...
... flames with many a flake , And many a batchelor to wait on him , In their fresh garments trim ; Bid her awake , therefore , and soon her dight , For loe , the wished day is come at last , That shall for all the pains and sorrows past ...
Side 74
... flame entire : Which , being shot like lightning in , Wounds the heart , but not the skin . Wings he hath , which though ye clip , He will leap from lip to lip : Over liver , lights , and heart , Yet not stay in any part . And if chance ...
... flame entire : Which , being shot like lightning in , Wounds the heart , but not the skin . Wings he hath , which though ye clip , He will leap from lip to lip : Over liver , lights , and heart , Yet not stay in any part . And if chance ...
Side 76
... flames no higher Than may fitly sweeten wrath . Full of pity as may be , Though , perhaps , not so to me . Reason masters every sense , And her virtues grace her birth ; Lovely as all excellence , Modest in her most of mirth ...
... flames no higher Than may fitly sweeten wrath . Full of pity as may be , Though , perhaps , not so to me . Reason masters every sense , And her virtues grace her birth ; Lovely as all excellence , Modest in her most of mirth ...
Side 81
... flames , thy mantle bright with flow'rs ; The zephyrs curl the green locks of the plain , The clouds for joy in pearls weep down their show'rs . Dost turn , sweet youth ! but ( ah ! ) my pleasant hours And happy days , with thee come ...
... flames , thy mantle bright with flow'rs ; The zephyrs curl the green locks of the plain , The clouds for joy in pearls weep down their show'rs . Dost turn , sweet youth ! but ( ah ! ) my pleasant hours And happy days , with thee come ...
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Alma beauteous beauty Blouzelind breast breath bright Castara charms Cupid dear death delight Dick doth e'er eccho ring Eclogue Emma eyes face fair fame fancy fate fear flame flowers gentle give goddess grace grief ground hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven honour Hymen king kiss light live lov'd lover Lubberkin Lucretius lute lyre maid MATTHEW PRIOR mighty mind Muse ne'er never NICHOLAS ROWE night numbers Nut-brown Maid nymph o'er Ovid pain Pallas passion pity plac'd plain pleasure poets praise pride queen rose shade shepherd shine sighs sight sing smile soft song SONNETS sorrow soul spide summer queen sung swain sweet tears tell Tereu thee thine things THOMAS PARNELL thought thrice Twas unto verse virtue ween Whilst winds wings wise woods youth
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Side 183 - Or let my lamp at midnight hour, Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft outwatch the Bear...
Side 189 - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Side 14 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Side 180 - Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step and musing gait, And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes...
Side 223 - Far in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew ; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well : Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
Side 186 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful jollity ; Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods and becks, and wreathed smiles.
Side 180 - But first, and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song, In her sweetest, saddest plight.
Side 163 - Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing, Happier than the happiest king. All the fields which thou dost see, All the plants, belong to thee ; All that summer hours produce, Fertile made with early juice; Man for thee does sow and plow; Farmer he, and landlord thou ! Thou dost innocently joy, Nor does thy luxury destroy.
Side 216 - Art she had none, yet wanted none, For Nature did that Want supply: So rich in Treasures of her Own, She might our boasted Stores defy: Such Noble Vigour did her Verse adorn, That it seem'd borrow'd, where 'twas only born.
Side 125 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?