A Poetry-book of Elder Poets: Consisting of Songs & Sonnets, Odes & Lyrics, Selected and Arranged, with Notes, from the Works of the Elder English Poets, Dating from the Beginning of the Fourteenth Century to the Middle of the Eighteenth CenturyB. Tauchnitz, 1878 - 298 pages |
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... bright arches framed of ebony : Thus fair Samela Passeth fair Venus in her bravest hue , And Juno in the show of majesty , For she's Samela ! Pallas in wit , -all three , if you will view , For beauty , wit , and matchless dignity ...
... bright arches framed of ebony : Thus fair Samela Passeth fair Venus in her bravest hue , And Juno in the show of majesty , For she's Samela ! Pallas in wit , -all three , if you will view , For beauty , wit , and matchless dignity ...
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... bright , Toward heaven's descent had sloped his westering wheel . Meanwhile the rural ditties were not mute , Temper'd to the oaten flute ; Rough Satyrs danced , and Fauns with cloven heel From the glad sound would not be absent long ...
... bright , Toward heaven's descent had sloped his westering wheel . Meanwhile the rural ditties were not mute , Temper'd to the oaten flute ; Rough Satyrs danced , and Fauns with cloven heel From the glad sound would not be absent long ...
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... bright , The bridal of the earth and sky , Sweet dews 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 ...
... bright , The bridal of the earth and sky , Sweet dews 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 ...
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... bright Like golden lamps in a green night , And does in the pomegranates close Jewels more rich than Ormus shows : Elder Poets . 5 66 SONG OF THE EMIGRANTS IN BERMUDA . He makes 7 5 5 Song of the Emigrants in Bermuda.
... bright Like golden lamps in a green night , And does in the pomegranates close Jewels more rich than Ormus shows : Elder Poets . 5 66 SONG OF THE EMIGRANTS IN BERMUDA . He makes 7 5 5 Song of the Emigrants in Bermuda.
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... bright form shall appear , Each bird shall harmoniously join In a concert , so soft and so clear As she may not be fond to resign . I have found out a gift for my fair- I have found where the wood - pigeons breed ; But let me that ...
... bright form shall appear , Each bird shall harmoniously join In a concert , so soft and so clear As she may not be fond to resign . I have found out a gift for my fair- I have found where the wood - pigeons breed ; But let me that ...
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Page 39 - But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread; Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Page 85 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine ; Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage. But O, sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower ? Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what love did seek.
Page 19 - To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers...
Page 73 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted...
Page 139 - Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly Then, heigh, ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! &c.
Page 117 - When Love with unconfine'd wings Hovers within my Gates ; And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the Grates : When I lie tangled in her hair, And fetter'd to her eye ; The Birds, that wanton in the Air, Know no such Liberty.
Page 272 - tis said) Before was never made But when of old the Sons of Morning sung, While the Creator great His constellations set, And the well-balanced world on hinges hung ; And cast the dark foundations deep, And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep.
Page 37 - When by the rout that made the hideous roar His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?
Page 274 - The lonely mountains o'er And the resounding shore A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament ; From haunted spring and dale Edged with poplar pale The parting Genius is with sighing sent ; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
Page 211 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high. His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful-wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.