The British Poets, Volumen 1Little, Brown & Company, 1866 |
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... nounce him THE VERY BEST OF ENGLISH LYRIC POETS . He is the most joyous and gladsome of bards , singing like the grasshopper , as if he would * Vol . v . p . 156 . never grow old . He is as fresh as the 16 BIOGRAPHICAL NOTICE .
... nounce him THE VERY BEST OF ENGLISH LYRIC POETS . He is the most joyous and gladsome of bards , singing like the grasshopper , as if he would * Vol . v . p . 156 . never grow old . He is as fresh as the 16 BIOGRAPHICAL NOTICE .
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never grow old . He is as fresh as the spring , as blithe as the summer , and as ripe as the autumn . We know of no English poet who is so abandonné , as the French term it , who so wholly gives him- self up to his present feelings ...
never grow old . He is as fresh as the spring , as blithe as the summer , and as ripe as the autumn . We know of no English poet who is so abandonné , as the French term it , who so wholly gives him- self up to his present feelings ...
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... grown cold ; I can play , and I can twine ' Bout a virgin like a vine : In her lap too I can lye Melting , and in fancie die , And return to life , if she Claps my cheek , or kisseth me . Thus and thus it now appears That our love out ...
... grown cold ; I can play , and I can twine ' Bout a virgin like a vine : In her lap too I can lye Melting , and in fancie die , And return to life , if she Claps my cheek , or kisseth me . Thus and thus it now appears That our love out ...
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... grow , I answer , There , Where my Julia's lips doe smile ; There's the land , or cherry - ile , Whose plantations fully show All the yeere where cherries grow . TO HIS MISTRESSES . PUT on your silks , and piece by piece Give them the ...
... grow , I answer , There , Where my Julia's lips doe smile ; There's the land , or cherry - ile , Whose plantations fully show All the yeere where cherries grow . TO HIS MISTRESSES . PUT on your silks , and piece by piece Give them the ...
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... grow , and where , Then spoke I to my girle , To part her lips , and shew'd them there The quarelets of pearl . CONFORMITIE . CONFORMITY was ever knowne A foe to Dissolution 58 HESPERIDES . To Anthea THE ROCK OF RUBIES: and The Quarrie ...
... grow , and where , Then spoke I to my girle , To part her lips , and shew'd them there The quarelets of pearl . CONFORMITIE . CONFORMITY was ever knowne A foe to Dissolution 58 HESPERIDES . To Anthea THE ROCK OF RUBIES: and The Quarrie ...
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Página 193 - You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing.
Página xix - Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres ; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood : — List, list, O list ! — If thou didst ever thy dear father love, Ham.
Página 108 - As if here were those cooler shades of love. Can such delights be in the street " And open fields and we not see't ? Come, we'll abroad; and let's obey The proclamation made for May : And sin no more, as we have done, by staying; But, my Corinna, come, let's go a-Maying.
Página 15 - I sing of dews, of rains, and, piece by piece, Of balm, of oil, of spice, and...
Página 319 - Ask me why this flower does show So yellow-green, and sickly too ? Ask me why the stalk is weak And bending (yet it doth not break) ? I will answer : These discover What fainting hopes are in a lover.
Página 130 - The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And...
Página 240 - Good morning to this primrose too ; Good morrow to each maid ; That will with flowers the tomb bestrew Wherein my Love is laid. Ah ! woe is me, woe, woe is me, Alack and well-a-day ! For pity, sir, find out that bee, Which bore my Love away. I'll seek him in your bonnet brave ; I'll seek him in your eyes ; Nay, now I think they've made his grave I' th
Página 126 - I'll call forth, To pledge this second health In wine, whose each cup's worth An Indian commonwealth. A goblet next I'll drink To Ovid and suppose, Made he the pledge, he'd think The world had all one nose.
Página 171 - TO MEADOWS YE have been fresh and green, Ye have been fill'd with flowers, And ye the walks have been Where maids have spent their hours.
Página 2 - E'en death to die for thee. Thou art my life, my love, my heart, The very eyes of me: And hast command of every part, To live and die for thee.