The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including the Series Edited with Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volumul 15J. Johnson, 1810 - 550 pagini |
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Pagina 383
... Botte falleynge nombers sable all the feelde , Sprytes of the bleste , and everych seyncte ydedde , Syke sunnys wayne wyth amayl'd beames doe Poure owte youre pleasaunce on mie fadres hedde . Amenge the drybblett ons to sheene fulle ...
... Botte falleynge nombers sable all the feelde , Sprytes of the bleste , and everych seyncte ydedde , Syke sunnys wayne wyth amayl'd beames doe Poure owte youre pleasaunce on mie fadres hedde . Amenge the drybblett ons to sheene fulle ...
Pagina 384
... Botte whether , fayre mayde , do ye goe ? O where do ye bende yer waie ? I wille knowe whether you goe , I wylle not bee asseled naie . WOMANNE . To Robin and Nell , all downe in the delle , To hele hem at makeynge of haie . MANNE . Syr ...
... Botte whether , fayre mayde , do ye goe ? O where do ye bende yer waie ? I wille knowe whether you goe , I wylle not bee asseled naie . WOMANNE . To Robin and Nell , all downe in the delle , To hele hem at makeynge of haie . MANNE . Syr ...
Pagina 385
... ( botte the seynctes forbydde ! ) gif to a spryte [ traughte Syrr Rychardes forme ys lyped , I'll holde dys Hys bledeynge claie - colde corse , and die eche daie yun thoughte . ELINOURE . Ah woe bementynge wordes ; what wordes can shewe ...
... ( botte the seynctes forbydde ! ) gif to a spryte [ traughte Syrr Rychardes forme ys lyped , I'll holde dys Hys bledeynge claie - colde corse , and die eche daie yun thoughte . ELINOURE . Ah woe bementynge wordes ; what wordes can shewe ...
Pagina 390
... botte Eng londes thorne , [ knite , The manne whose myghte delievretie hadd Shett oppe hys long strunge bowe and sheelde aborne 4 , Behesteynge all hys hommageres to fyghte . Goe , rouze the lyonn from hys hylted denne , Lett thie floes ...
... botte Eng londes thorne , [ knite , The manne whose myghte delievretie hadd Shett oppe hys long strunge bowe and sheelde aborne 4 , Behesteynge all hys hommageres to fyghte . Goe , rouze the lyonn from hys hylted denne , Lett thie floes ...
Pagina 391
... Botte metes the arrowe , and eftsoones dothe die . Forslagenn att thie fote lette wylde beastes bee , Lette thie floes drenche yer blodde , yett do ne bredrenn slee . Wythe murtherr tyredd , hee sleynges hys bowe alyne 5 . [ flowerrs ...
... Botte metes the arrowe , and eftsoones dothe die . Forslagenn att thie fote lette wylde beastes bee , Lette thie floes drenche yer blodde , yett do ne bredrenn slee . Wythe murtherr tyredd , hee sleynges hys bowe alyne 5 . [ flowerrs ...
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Apollo bard beauty black crows bless blest bosom breast breath Callirhoe charms Christ confest critic dear death delight Delos divine drest e'en e'er Earth ease eternal ev'ry eyes fair fame fancy fire flame flow'rs foes fools genius give glory grace hand happy hate head hear heart Heav'n holy honour Ianthe Ianthe's inglorius JOHN BYROM kind king ladies learned light live look Lord lyre mind Muse Nature Nature's ne'er never numbers nymph o'er Ovid pain passions Phoebus plain pleas'd poem poet poet's poison'd pow'r praise pray'r pride prose rage rhyme rise round sacred Satyr scene sense shine sing skies smile song soul spirit Spleen sure sweet taste tell thee thine things thou thought thro throne thrush tongue true truth Twas verse virtue voice wings wond'rous word write youth
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Pagina 141 - 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 craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.
Pagina 125 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides: Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe; And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty...
Pagina 139 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Pagina 141 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires; E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th...
Pagina 219 - Father, glorify thy name. Then came there a voice from heaven, saying, I have both glorified it, and will glorify it again. The people therefore, that stood by, and heard it, said that it thundered : others said, An angel spake to him.
Pagina 242 - God bless the King ! — I mean the faith's defender — God bless (no harm in blessing !) the Pretender ! But who Pretender is, or who is King — God bless us all ! — that's quite another thing.
Pagina 468 - God, whose thunder shakes the sky, Whose eye this atom globe surveys ; To Thee, my only rock, I fly, Thy mercy in thy justice praise. The mystic mazes of thy will, The shadows of celestial light, Are past the power of human skill — But what the Eternal acts is right...
Pagina 141 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Pagina 589 - Thy spirit, Independence ! let me share, Lord of the lion heart and eagle eye ! Thy steps I follow 'with my bosom bare, Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.
Pagina 262 - Commit thy way unto the Lord, and put thy trust in him, and he shall bring it to pass.
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Prose in the Age of Poets: Romanticism and Biographical Narrative from ... Annette Wheeler Cafarelli Vizualizare fragmente - 1990 |