Specimens with Memoirs of the Less-known British Poets, Volume 2J. Nichol, 1860 |
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... tree The Garland . Love - sick Psalm civ . The Timber PAGE 189 • 192 · • · · 192 193 · 194 201 · 202 203 219 222 223 224 225 226 227 228 · 231 232 · 234 • 235 236 238 240 242 245 248 250 251 252 253 254 256 261 264 265 267 269 271 275 ...
... tree The Garland . Love - sick Psalm civ . The Timber PAGE 189 • 192 · • · · 192 193 · 194 201 · 202 203 219 222 223 224 225 226 227 228 · 231 232 · 234 • 235 236 238 240 242 245 248 250 251 252 253 254 256 261 264 265 267 269 271 275 ...
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... tree , But there was challenge made whose it might be ; And if some nice and liquorous appetite Desired more dainty dish of rare delight , They scaled the stored crab with clasped knee , Till they had sated their delicious eye : Or ...
... tree , But there was challenge made whose it might be ; And if some nice and liquorous appetite Desired more dainty dish of rare delight , They scaled the stored crab with clasped knee , Till they had sated their delicious eye : Or ...
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... of greatest , so of meanest worth , Conceived with grief are , and with tears brought forth . ' TO BLOSSOMS . 1 Fair pledges of a fruitful tree 29 1550-1640 . ] [ HERRICK . THE LESS - KNOWN BRITISH POETS . To Primroses.
... of greatest , so of meanest worth , Conceived with grief are , and with tears brought forth . ' TO BLOSSOMS . 1 Fair pledges of a fruitful tree 29 1550-1640 . ] [ HERRICK . THE LESS - KNOWN BRITISH POETS . To Primroses.
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George Gilfillan. TO BLOSSOMS . 1 Fair pledges of a fruitful tree , Why do ye fall so fast ? Your date is not so past , But you may stay yet here awhile To blush and gently smile And go at last . 2 What , were ye born to be An hour or ...
George Gilfillan. TO BLOSSOMS . 1 Fair pledges of a fruitful tree , Why do ye fall so fast ? Your date is not so past , But you may stay yet here awhile To blush and gently smile And go at last . 2 What , were ye born to be An hour or ...
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... tree : Each flower has wept , and bow'd toward the east , Above an hour since ; yet you are not drest ; Nay , not so much as out of bed ; When all ... trees ; see 36 HERRICK . ] [ 2D PER . SPECIMENS WITH MEMOIRS OF Corinna's going a-Maying.
... tree : Each flower has wept , and bow'd toward the east , Above an hour since ; yet you are not drest ; Nay , not so much as out of bed ; When all ... trees ; see 36 HERRICK . ] [ 2D PER . SPECIMENS WITH MEMOIRS OF Corinna's going a-Maying.
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Page 21 - Ah BEN! Say how, or when Shall we thy guests Meet at those lyric feasts, Made at the Sun, The Dog, the Triple Tun ? Where we such clusters had, As made us nobly wild, not mad ; And yet each verse of thine Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.
Page 263 - Love not the world, neither the things that are in the world. If any man love the world, the love of the Father is not in him. For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, is not of the Father, but is of the world. And the world passeth away, and the lust thereof: but he that doeth the will of God abideth for ever.
Page 178 - Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade. Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside...
Page 112 - Shall I wasting in Despair, Die because a woman's fair? Or make pale my cheeks with care, Cause another's rosy are? Be she fairer than the Day, Or the Flowery Meads in May; If she be not so to me, What care I, how fair she be.
Page 32 - Get up, get up for shame ! the blooming morn Upon her wings presents the god unshorn. See how Aurora throws her fair Fresh-quilted colours through the air: Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree. Each flower has wept, and bow'd toward the east. Above an hour since ; yet you not drest, Nay ! not so much as out of bed ? When all the birds have matins said, And sung their thankful hymns : 'tis sin, Nay, profanation, to keep in, — Whenas a thousand virgins on this day,...
Page 24 - Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. » We have short time to stay as you; We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you or anything.
Page 177 - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
Page 32 - Come, my Corinna, come; and, coming, mark How each field turns a street, each street a park Made green and trimm'd with trees: see how Devotion gives each house a bough Or branch: each porch, each door, ere this An ark, a tabernacle is, Made up of white-thorn neatly interwove; As if here were those cooler shades of love.
Page 177 - Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, And Innocence, thy sister dear? Mistaken long, I sought you then In busy companies of men: Your sacred plants, if here below, Only among the plants will grow; Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So amorous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress
Page 113 - Think what with them they would do That without them dare to woo ; And unless that mind I see, What care I how great she be ? Great, or good, or kind, or fair, I will ne'er the more despair: If she love me, this believe, I will die ere she shall grieve...