A poetry-book of elder poets, selected and arranged by A. B. EdwardsAmelia Ann Blanford Edwards 1879 |
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... Dead Love Friends Departed The Dying Man in his Garden The Wisdom of Age The Gift of Rest Man the Microcosm The Hermit Alexander Selkirk Ode to Leven Water A Rural Picture Morning · • J. Milton Ibid . J. Lylye Colonel Lovelace Anonymous ...
... Dead Love Friends Departed The Dying Man in his Garden The Wisdom of Age The Gift of Rest Man the Microcosm The Hermit Alexander Selkirk Ode to Leven Water A Rural Picture Morning · • J. Milton Ibid . J. Lylye Colonel Lovelace Anonymous ...
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... dead of night ; For , in your eyes they sit , and there Fixèd become , as in their sphere . Ask me no more , if east or west , The phoenix builds her spicy nest ; For unto you at last she flies , And in your fragrant bosom dies . Thomas ...
... dead of night ; For , in your eyes they sit , and there Fixèd become , as in their sphere . Ask me no more , if east or west , The phoenix builds her spicy nest ; For unto you at last she flies , And in your fragrant bosom dies . Thomas ...
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... may be deceived : For fear of which , hear this , thou age unbred , - Ere you were born , was beauty's summer dead . W. Shakespeare . 20 20 THE LOVER PROMISETH IMMORTALITY . THE LOVER PROMISETH W Shakespeare Love seeth no Change.
... may be deceived : For fear of which , hear this , thou age unbred , - Ere you were born , was beauty's summer dead . W. Shakespeare . 20 20 THE LOVER PROMISETH IMMORTALITY . THE LOVER PROMISETH W Shakespeare Love seeth no Change.
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... dead , All thy friends are lapp'd in lead : All thy fellow birds do sing Careless of thy sorrowing : Even so , poor bird , like thee None alive will pity me . Richard Barnefield . LOVE'S PERJURIES . 23 LOVE'S PERJURIES . ON a day The ...
... dead , All thy friends are lapp'd in lead : All thy fellow birds do sing Careless of thy sorrowing : Even so , poor bird , like thee None alive will pity me . Richard Barnefield . LOVE'S PERJURIES . 23 LOVE'S PERJURIES . ON a day The ...
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... the riddles which he said Unto yourselves to make you merry glee : Your merry glee is now laid all abed , Your merry maker now , alas ! is dead . * Sir Philip Sidney . LAMENT FOR ASTROPHEL . 66 " Death , the devourer Lament for Astrophel.
... the riddles which he said Unto yourselves to make you merry glee : Your merry glee is now laid all abed , Your merry maker now , alas ! is dead . * Sir Philip Sidney . LAMENT FOR ASTROPHEL . 66 " Death , the devourer Lament for Astrophel.
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bear beauty birds blow born breath bright bring dead dear death delight doth earth eyes face fair fall fear field fire flower give golden gone grave green grove grow hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven hour kind King kiss ladies land leave lies light Line live look Lord LOVE'S LOVER Milton mind morn Mother move never night notes o'er once Page pain play pleasure poem Poets praise rest rose seen shade Shakespeare shepherds sing sleep smiling soft SONG sorrow soul sound spring stars stream sweet tears tell thee things thou thought tree true unto Verse voice weep winds wings winter woods youth
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Page 39 - But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread; Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Page 85 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine ; Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage. But O, sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower ? Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what love did seek.
Page 19 - To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers...
Page 117 - When Love with unconfine'd 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 73 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted...
Page 139 - Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly Then, heigh, ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! &c.
Page 272 - tis said) Before was never made But when of old the Sons of Morning sung, While the Creator great His constellations set, And the well-balanced world on hinges hung ; And cast the dark foundations deep, And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep.
Page 37 - His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore? Alas ! what boots it with incessant care To tend the homely slighted shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless Muse?
Page 274 - The lonely mountains o'er And the resounding shore A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament ; From haunted spring and dale Edged with poplar pale The parting Genius is with sighing sent ; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
Page 201 - Ye winds that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.