Specimens of the British Poets: Chaucer, 1400, to Beaumont, 1628Thomas Campbell John Murray, 1819 |
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... Flower and the Leaf , and The House of Fame , have been fortunately perpetuated in our language ; the former 4. To make joyous . Shut . 2 Extinguished . VOL . I. L 3 Since . C by Dryden , the latter by Pope . The Flower CHAUCER . 17.
... Flower and the Leaf , and The House of Fame , have been fortunately perpetuated in our language ; the former 4. To make joyous . Shut . 2 Extinguished . VOL . I. L 3 Since . C by Dryden , the latter by Pope . The Flower CHAUCER . 17.
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Thomas Campbell. by Dryden , the latter by Pope . The Flower and the Leaf is an exquisite piece of fairy fancy . With a moral that is just sufficient to apologize for a dream , and yet which sits so lightly on the story as not to abridge ...
Thomas Campbell. by Dryden , the latter by Pope . The Flower and the Leaf is an exquisite piece of fairy fancy . With a moral that is just sufficient to apologize for a dream , and yet which sits so lightly on the story as not to abridge ...
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... Full secretly new comyn to her pleyne 9 , The fairest and the frest youngè flower That ever I saw ( methought ) before that hour : 1 Promiscuously . 2 Sport . For which sudden abate1anon astert 2 The blood of all 74 JAMES I. OF SCOTLAND .
... Full secretly new comyn to her pleyne 9 , The fairest and the frest youngè flower That ever I saw ( methought ) before that hour : 1 Promiscuously . 2 Sport . For which sudden abate1anon astert 2 The blood of all 74 JAMES I. OF SCOTLAND .
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... flower of his age , in his 31st year , this noble soldier , and ac- complished poet , was beheaded on Tower - hill . 1 DESCRIPTION OF SPRING . THE SOOte1 season , that bud and bloom forth brings , With green hath clad the hill , and eke ...
... flower of his age , in his 31st year , this noble soldier , and ac- complished poet , was beheaded on Tower - hill . 1 DESCRIPTION OF SPRING . THE SOOte1 season , that bud and bloom forth brings , With green hath clad the hill , and eke ...
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... flower'd meads , the wedded birds so late Mine eyes discover ; and to my mind resort The jolly woes , the hateless short debate , The rakehell1 life that longs to love's disport . Wherewith , alas ! the heavy charge of care Heap'd in my ...
... flower'd meads , the wedded birds so late Mine eyes discover ; and to my mind resort The jolly woes , the hateless short debate , The rakehell1 life that longs to love's disport . Wherewith , alas ! the heavy charge of care Heap'd in my ...
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Side 283 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth "s unknown, although his height be taken.
Side 160 - Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold; A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Side 111 - Forget not yet the tried intent Of such a truth as I have meant ; My great travail so gladly spent, Forget not yet ! Forget not yet when first began The weary life ye know, since whan The suit, the service none tell can ; Forget not yet ! Forget not yet the great assays, The cruel wrong...
Side 122 - The turtle to her make hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.
Side 235 - With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin : All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love ! has she done this to thee ? What shall, alas ! become of me...
Side 340 - So high in thoughts as I : You left a kiss Upon these lips then, which I mean to keep From you for ever. I did hear you talk Far above singing ! After you were gone, I grew acquainted with my heart, and search'd What stirr'd it so : Alas ! I found it love ; Yet far from lust ; for could I but have lived In presence of you, I had had my end.
Side 219 - 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 283 - When summer's breath their masked buds discloses : But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall fade, my verse distils your truth.
Side 20 - And bathed every veyne in swich licour. Of which vertu engendred is the flour; Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth Inspired hath in every holt and heeth The tendre croppes...
Side 283 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give ! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses ; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves.