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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Pagina 23
... of a ship firing a broadside . The following few lines , extracted from the pro- logue , will shew that Sir David Lindsay's talents were by no means ill suited to descriptive poetry . 2 I met dame Flora in dule ' weed disagysit [ 23 ]
... of a ship firing a broadside . The following few lines , extracted from the pro- logue , will shew that Sir David Lindsay's talents were by no means ill suited to descriptive poetry . 2 I met dame Flora in dule ' weed disagysit [ 23 ]
Pagina 24
... dame Flora in dule ' weed disagysit ; ( Which , into May , was dulce and delectable , ) With stalwart 3 storms her sweetness was surprisit ; Her heavenly hues were turnit into sable , Which , onewhile , were to lovers amiáble : Fled ...
... dame Flora in dule ' weed disagysit ; ( Which , into May , was dulce and delectable , ) With stalwart 3 storms her sweetness was surprisit ; Her heavenly hues were turnit into sable , Which , onewhile , were to lovers amiáble : Fled ...
Pagina 55
... gave her * lively heat . Foster'd she was with milk of Irish breast ; I Her sire , an earl ; her dame of princes ' blood : I 1 Şo ed . I.-Ed. 1567 , " did give her . " x From tender years in Britain did she rest , LORD SURREY . 55.
... gave her * lively heat . Foster'd she was with milk of Irish breast ; I Her sire , an earl ; her dame of princes ' blood : I 1 Şo ed . I.-Ed. 1567 , " did give her . " x From tender years in Britain did she rest , LORD SURREY . 55.
Pagina 57
... dame ; To bait3 her eyes which kept the leads above . The gravel ground , with sleeves tied on the helm , 5 On foaming horse , with swords , and friendly hearts , With cheer as though one should another whelm : Where we have fought ...
... dame ; To bait3 her eyes which kept the leads above . The gravel ground , with sleeves tied on the helm , 5 On foaming horse , with swords , and friendly hearts , With cheer as though one should another whelm : Where we have fought ...
Pagina 137
... dame Nature wrought , " All good , " quoth she , " none shall be naught : " All wise shall be , none shall be fools , " For wit shall spring from women's schools . " In all good gifts they shall excell , " Their Nature all no tongue can ...
... dame Nature wrought , " All good , " quoth she , " none shall be naught : " All wise shall be , none shall be fools , " For wit shall spring from women's schools . " In all good gifts they shall excell , " Their Nature all no tongue can ...
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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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Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 243 - At cards for kisses, Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows...