A poetry-book of elder poets, selected and arranged by A. B. EdwardsAmelia Ann Blanford Edwards 1879 |
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... Night Love's Shadow • Love's Omnipresence Truth the Soul of Beauty The Pains of Memory On his Blindness To Mr. Lawrence In Praise of Daphne Her Golden Hair A Warning to Beauty Against Weeping A Welcome To Chloe Love's Omnipotence Tell ...
... Night Love's Shadow • Love's Omnipresence Truth the Soul of Beauty The Pains of Memory On his Blindness To Mr. Lawrence In Praise of Daphne Her Golden Hair A Warning to Beauty Against Weeping A Welcome To Chloe Love's Omnipotence Tell ...
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... 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 Carew ...
... 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 Carew ...
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... night doth take away , Death's second self , that seals up all in rest . In me thou seest the glowing of such fire , That on the ashes of his youth doth lie As the deathbed whereon it must expire , Consumed with that which it was ...
... night doth take away , Death's second self , that seals up all in rest . In me thou seest the glowing of such fire , That on the ashes of his youth doth lie As the deathbed whereon it must expire , Consumed with that which it was ...
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... night , And with strange notes , of him well understood , Lull him asleep in angel - like delight ; Whilst in sweet dream to him presented be Immortal beauties , which no eye may see . 32 LAMENT FOR ASTROPHEL . " But he them sees.
... night , And with strange notes , of him well understood , Lull him asleep in angel - like delight ; Whilst in sweet dream to him presented be Immortal beauties , which no eye may see . 32 LAMENT FOR ASTROPHEL . " But he them sees.
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... night ; Oft till the star , that rose at evening bright , Toward heaven's descent had sloped his westering wheel . Meanwhile the rural ditties were not mute , Temper'd to the oaten flute ; Rough Satyrs danced , and Fauns with cloven ...
... night ; Oft till the star , that rose at evening bright , Toward heaven's descent had sloped his westering wheel . Meanwhile the rural ditties were not mute , Temper'd to the oaten flute ; Rough Satyrs danced , and Fauns with cloven ...
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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.