Specimens of the British Poets ...W. Suttaby, 1809 |
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Side 44
... , And all the champain o'er he soared light , And all the country wide he did possess , Feeding upon their pleasures bounteously , That none gainsaid , nor none did him envy . The woods , the rivers , and the meadows green 44 SPENSER .
... , And all the champain o'er he soared light , And all the country wide he did possess , Feeding upon their pleasures bounteously , That none gainsaid , nor none did him envy . The woods , the rivers , and the meadows green 44 SPENSER .
Side 79
... o'er me to spread thy drowsy wings Thou spares , alas ! who cannot be thy guest . Since I am thine , oh ! come , but with that face , To inward light , which thou art wont to shew , With feigned solace ease a true felt woe ; Or if ...
... o'er me to spread thy drowsy wings Thou spares , alas ! who cannot be thy guest . Since I am thine , oh ! come , but with that face , To inward light , which thou art wont to shew , With feigned solace ease a true felt woe ; Or if ...
Side 108
... o'er that spicy nest . Every tress , must be confest , But neatly tangled at the best ; Like a clew of golden thread , Most excellently ravelled . Do not then bind up that light In ribands , and o'ercloud in night , But , like the sun ...
... o'er that spicy nest . Every tress , must be confest , But neatly tangled at the best ; Like a clew of golden thread , Most excellently ravelled . Do not then bind up that light In ribands , and o'ercloud in night , But , like the sun ...
Side 111
... I will advise : The love of conquests now give o'er ; Disquiets wait on victories . To your much injured peace and name , Love's farewel ( 111 ) SIR ROBERT HOWARD 1622*-1698 Song -To the inconstant Cynthia The Resolution Page -
... I will advise : The love of conquests now give o'er ; Disquiets wait on victories . To your much injured peace and name , Love's farewel ( 111 ) SIR ROBERT HOWARD 1622*-1698 Song -To the inconstant Cynthia The Resolution Page -
Side 113
... 'll tell our kisses o'er again , Till they , breath'd from our souls , shall cry , amen . SONG . ANACREONTIC . INVEST my head with fragrant rose ( 113 ) Stanzas-On Clarastella saying she would com- mit herself to a Nunnery.
... 'll tell our kisses o'er again , Till they , breath'd from our souls , shall cry , amen . SONG . ANACREONTIC . INVEST my head with fragrant rose ( 113 ) Stanzas-On Clarastella saying she would com- mit herself to a Nunnery.
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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?