A poetry-book of elder poets, selected and arranged by A. B. EdwardsAmelia Ann Blanford Edwards 1879 |
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... hand , Steal from his figure , and no pace perceived ; So your sweet hue , which methinks still doth stand , Hath motion , and mine eye may be deceived : For fear of which , hear this , thou age unbred , - Ere you were born , was ...
... hand , Steal from his figure , and no pace perceived ; So your sweet hue , which methinks still doth stand , Hath motion , and mine eye may be deceived : For fear of which , hear this , thou age unbred , - Ere you were born , was ...
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... hand is sworn Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn : Vow , alack , for youth unmeet ; Youth so apt to pluck a sweet . Do not call it sin in me That I am forsworn for thee : Thou for whom e'en Jove would swear Juno but an Ethiope were ...
... hand is sworn Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn : Vow , alack , for youth unmeet ; Youth so apt to pluck a sweet . Do not call it sin in me That I am forsworn for thee : Thou for whom e'en Jove would swear Juno but an Ethiope were ...
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... hands for ever , cancel all our vows , And when we meet at any time again , Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain . Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath , When his pulse failing , passion ...
... hands for ever , cancel all our vows , And when we meet at any time again , Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain . Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath , When his pulse failing , passion ...
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... each sound draws forth a tear ; For which be silent as in woods before : Or if that any hand to touch thee deign , Like widow'd turtle still her loss complain . William Drummond . THE LOVER TO HIS LYRE . 29 THE LOVER TO William Drummond.
... each sound draws forth a tear ; For which be silent as in woods before : Or if that any hand to touch thee deign , Like widow'd turtle still her loss complain . William Drummond . THE LOVER TO HIS LYRE . 29 THE LOVER TO William Drummond.
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... hand approach not near , Themselves with awful fear A kind of numerous trembling make . Now all thy forces try ; Now all thy charms apply : Revenge upon her ear the conquests of her eye ! Weak Lyre ! thy virtue sure Is useless here ...
... hand approach not near , Themselves with awful fear A kind of numerous trembling make . Now all thy forces try ; Now all thy charms apply : Revenge upon her ear the conquests of her eye ! Weak Lyre ! thy virtue sure Is useless here ...
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ALEXANDER SELKIRK AULD ROBIN GRAY BATTLE OF AGINCOURT Beaumont beauty birds breath bright CHRIST'S NATIVITY dear death doth earth Elder Poets ELEGY ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA Eurydice eyes fair fear Fletcher flower golden good-morrow grave green grief grove hand hast hath hear heart heaven Helen honour INVERMAY King Kirconnell kiss ladies land light Line live Lord LOVE'S LOVER Lycidas lyre Milton MORNING OF CHRIST'S Mother mourn Muse Nanny ne'er never night nightingale Noroway notes numbers nymph o'er Osiris pain PATRICK SPENCE Phillida flouts Philomela pleasure poem praise Procne rose sad cypress Sally satyrs shade Shakespeare shepherds shine sigh sing SIR PATRICK SPENCE sleep smiling SONG sorrow soul sound spring stars stream swain sweet tears tell Tereus Thammuz thee things tree unto Verse voice wanton warble weep wilt thou winds wings Yarrow youth
Popular passages
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.