Specimens of the Early English Poets,: To which is Prefixed, an Historical Sketch of the Rise and Progress of the English Poetry and Language;Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, Paternoster-Row., 1811 |
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Strana 19
... were , ANDREW BOORD , or BORDE , a whimsical physician , who is mentioned by the ingenious editor of " the Muses ' Library , " with much more praise than he seems to deserve ; JOHN BALE , the biographer ; BRIAN ANSLAY [ 19 ]
... were , ANDREW BOORD , or BORDE , a whimsical physician , who is mentioned by the ingenious editor of " the Muses ' Library , " with much more praise than he seems to deserve ; JOHN BALE , the biographer ; BRIAN ANSLAY [ 19 ]
Strana 51
... praise Sir Thopas for a noble tale , And scorn the story that the knight told : " Praise him for counsel that is drunk of ale : Grin when he laughs that beareth all the sway , Frown when he frowns , and groan when he is pale : On others ...
... praise Sir Thopas for a noble tale , And scorn the story that the knight told : " Praise him for counsel that is drunk of ale : Grin when he laughs that beareth all the sway , Frown when he frowns , and groan when he is pale : On others ...
Strana 55
... Praise of his Love , Geraldine . FROM Tuscane came my lady's worthy race ; Fair Florence was , sometime , her ancient seat ; The western ile , whose pleasant shore doth face Wild Camber's cliffs , first gave her * lively heat . Foster'd ...
... Praise of his Love , Geraldine . FROM Tuscane came my lady's worthy race ; Fair Florence was , sometime , her ancient seat ; The western ile , whose pleasant shore doth face Wild Camber's cliffs , first gave her * lively heat . Foster'd ...
Strana 57
... praise , Recording oft what grace each one had found , What hope of speed , what dread of long delays . The wild forest , the clothed holts with green , With reins avail'd , ' and swift y - breathed horse , With cry of hounds , and ...
... praise , Recording oft what grace each one had found , What hope of speed , what dread of long delays . The wild forest , the clothed holts with green , With reins avail'd , ' and swift y - breathed horse , With cry of hounds , and ...
Strana 59
... Praise of his Love , wherein he reproveth them that compare their Ladies with his . GIVE place , ye lovers , here before That spent your boasts and brags in vain ! My lady's beauty passeth more The best of yours , I dare well sayne ...
... Praise of his Love , wherein he reproveth them that compare their Ladies with his . GIVE place , ye lovers , here before That spent your boasts and brags in vain ! My lady's beauty passeth more The best of yours , I dare well sayne ...
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Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed, an ..., Zväzok 2 George Ellis Úplné zobrazenie - 1845 |
Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed an ..., Zväzok 2 George Ellis Úplné zobrazenie - 1801 |
Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed, an ..., Zväzok 2 George Ellis Úplné zobrazenie - 1845 |
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Astrophel and Stella beauty bird bliss born breast Chaucer cheer court Cupid dainty dame dear death delight disdain doth E'en earl England's Helicon English eyes fair faith farewell favour fear flowers following specimens Gloss Gorboduc grace green Greensleeves grief hairs Harpalus hath heart heaven Henry VIII honour king kiss lady live look Lord Love's Lover lullaby lute Macedon mind mourning Muse never night nought pain pleasant poems poetical poetry poets praise prep printed pron Puttenham Queen reign Ritson's scorn shepherd shew sighs sight sing Sir Thomas Wyatt Sith SONG SONNET soul summer queen Surrey sweet tears tell thee thine thing thou thought three ravens translated tree unto verse Vide Sibbald Warton wight wind wine Wood words worth marriage wouldest not love youth
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Strana 220 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Strana 342 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
Strana 334 - Tell them that brave it most, They beg for more by spending, Who, in their greatest cost, Seek nothing but commending: And if they make reply Then give them all the lie.
Strana 351 - 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.
Strana 221 - A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten ; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps, and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.
Strana 358 - If he be addict to vice, Quickly him they will entice ; If to women he be bent, They have at commandement : But if Fortune once do frown, Then farewell his great renown ; They that fawn'd on him before Use his company no more. He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need : If thou sorrow, he will weep ; If thou wake, he cannot sleep ; Thus of every grief in heart He with thee doth bear a part. These are certain signs to know Faithful friend from flattering foe.
Strana 348 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished! Reply, reply. It is engendered in the eyes. With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell.
Strana 263 - My true love hath my heart and I have his. His heart in me keeps him and me in one, My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides; He loves my heart, for once it was his own, I cherish his, because in me it bides. My true love hath my heart and I have his.
Strana 355 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.
Strana 243 - At cards for kisses, Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows...