British Anthologies, Volume 5Edward Arber Henry Frowde, 1899 |
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... lives ! We are no Women then ; but Wives ! Such as in valour would excel , Do change , though Man ; and often fight ! Which we , in Love , must do as well ; If ever we will love aright ! The frequent varying of the deed Is that which ...
... lives ! We are no Women then ; but Wives ! Such as in valour would excel , Do change , though Man ; and often fight ! Which we , in Love , must do as well ; If ever we will love aright ! The frequent varying of the deed Is that which ...
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... live ; And we have wits to read , and praise to give . That I not mix thee so , my brain excuses ; I mean , with great , but disproportioned , Muses : For , if I thought my judgement were of years , I should commit thee , surely , with ...
... live ; And we have wits to read , and praise to give . That I not mix thee so , my brain excuses ; I mean , with great , but disproportioned , Muses : For , if I thought my judgement were of years , I should commit thee , surely , with ...
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... Lives in his issue ; even so , the race Of SHAKESPEARE's mind and manners brightly shines In his well - turnèd and true - fillèd lines ! In each of which , he seems to Shake a Lance ! As brandished at the eyes of Ignorance . Sweet Swan ...
... Lives in his issue ; even so , the race Of SHAKESPEARE's mind and manners brightly shines In his well - turnèd and true - fillèd lines ! In each of which , he seems to Shake a Lance ! As brandished at the eyes of Ignorance . Sweet Swan ...
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... live without thee ! THE HEART . IF thus , we needs must go ; What shall our one Heart do ? This One made of our Two ! Madam , two Hearts we brake ! And from them both did take The best , one Heart to make ! Half this , is of your Heart ...
... live without thee ! THE HEART . IF thus , we needs must go ; What shall our one Heart do ? This One made of our Two ! Madam , two Hearts we brake ! And from them both did take The best , one Heart to make ! Half this , is of your Heart ...
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... live so free , and so merry , as do we ? Be it Peace , or be it War ; here at liberty we are ; And enjoy our ease and rest ! To the Field , we are not pressed ! Nor are called into the Town , to be troubled with the Gown ! ' Hang all ...
... live so free , and so merry , as do we ? Be it Peace , or be it War ; here at liberty we are ; And enjoy our ease and rest ! To the Field , we are not pressed ! Nor are called into the Town , to be troubled with the Gown ! ' Hang all ...
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Page 137 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began...
Page 283 - 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? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee, why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do't? Prithee, why so mute? Quit, quit, for shame, this will not move: This cannot take her. If of herself she will not love, Nothing can make her: The devil take her!
Page 25 - Triumph, my Britain, thou hast one to show, To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age, but for all time! And all the Muses still were in their prime When like Apollo he came forth to warm Our ears, or like a Mercury to charm! Nature herself was proud of his designs, And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines, Which were so richly spun and woven so fit As, since, she will vouchsafe no other wit.
Page 182 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Page 137 - But He, her fears to cease, Sent down the meek-eyed Peace; She, crowned with olive green, came softly sliding Down through the turning sphere, His ready harbinger, With turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing; And waving wide her myrtle wand, She strikes a universal peace through sea and land.
Page 209 - ASK me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day; For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair.
Page 141 - Yea Truth and Justice then Will down return to men, Orbed in a rainbow ; and like glories wearing Mercy will sit between, Throned in celestial sheen, With radiant feet the tissued clouds down steering ; And Heaven, as at some festival, Will open wide the gates of her high palace hall.
Page 145 - Sweet echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet-embroidered vale Where the love-lorn nightingale Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well: Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair That likest thy Narcissus are? O, if thou have Hid them in some flowery cave, Tell me but where, Sweet Queen of Parley, Daughter of the Sphere! So may'st thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all Heaven's harmonies!
Page 133 - WHAT needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones The labour of an age in piled stones ? Or that his hallowed reliques should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid ? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name ? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
Page 13 - Or the nard in the fire ? Or have tasted the bag of the bee ? O so white, O so soft, O so sweet is she!