The Book of Gems: Chaucer to PriorSamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1836 - English poetry |
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... fire With his beautè , and his semelyness , And every thing she inly gan impress . What that she sawe , both in mind and thought She all imprinteth , and forgetteth nought . For she considereth every circumstance , Both of his port and ...
... fire With his beautè , and his semelyness , And every thing she inly gan impress . What that she sawe , both in mind and thought She all imprinteth , and forgetteth nought . For she considereth every circumstance , Both of his port and ...
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... fire of the earlier bards , nor the fancy of those who succeeded him , deserves at least the praise of having dared to be original . His most important production is the Pastime of Pleasure , originally printed by Wynkyn de Worde , in ...
... fire of the earlier bards , nor the fancy of those who succeeded him , deserves at least the praise of having dared to be original . His most important production is the Pastime of Pleasure , originally printed by Wynkyn de Worde , in ...
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... fire it cannot frese , For it is not his kinde ; Nor true love cannot lese The constancye of minde : Yet as sone shall the fire , Want heate to blase and burne , As I , in such desire , Have once a thought to turne . F THOMAS SACKVILLE ...
... fire it cannot frese , For it is not his kinde ; Nor true love cannot lese The constancye of minde : Yet as sone shall the fire , Want heate to blase and burne , As I , in such desire , Have once a thought to turne . F THOMAS SACKVILLE ...
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... fire Within my sighing heart , Possessed by desire No sweeter life I trie Than in her love to die . The lilly in the field That glories in his white For purenesse now must yeeld And render up his right . Heaven pictur'd in her face Doth ...
... fire Within my sighing heart , Possessed by desire No sweeter life I trie Than in her love to die . The lilly in the field That glories in his white For purenesse now must yeeld And render up his right . Heaven pictur'd in her face Doth ...
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... fire : But shall I come ny you , Of forse I must flie you . What death , alas , may be compared to this ? I plaie within the maze of my swete foe : And when I would of her but crave a kis , Disdaine enforceth her awaie to goe . Myself I ...
... fire : But shall I come ny you , Of forse I must flie you . What death , alas , may be compared to this ? I plaie within the maze of my swete foe : And when I would of her but crave a kis , Disdaine enforceth her awaie to goe . Myself I ...
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Page 168 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Page 174 - Haste thee Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; 30 Sport, that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Page 82 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Page 174 - Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore...
Page 213 - When Love with unconfined 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 220 - Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the Flood, And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews.
Page 217 - And sends the fowls to us in care, On daily visits through the air ; He hangs in shades the orange bright, Like golden lamps in a green night...
Page 160 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death.
Page 208 - THE thirsty earth soaks up the rain, And drinks and gapes for drink again; The plants suck in the earth, and are With constant drinking fresh and fair; The sea itself (which one would think Should have but little need of drink) Drinks ten thousand rivers up, So fill'd that they o'erflow the cup. The busy Sun (and one would guess...
Page 177 - Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus