Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed an Historical Sketch of the Rise and Progress of the English Poetry and Language, 第 1 卷Bulmer, 1803 - 458页 |
在该图书中搜索
共有 29 个结果,这是第 1-5 个
第26页
... hope of any comforting . In that inestimable pain Eternally they shall remain , Burnand in furious flamys red ; Ever deand , 7 but never be dead . That the small minute of one hour To them shall be sa great doloùr , They shall think ...
... hope of any comforting . In that inestimable pain Eternally they shall remain , Burnand in furious flamys red ; Ever deand , 7 but never be dead . That the small minute of one hour To them shall be sa great doloùr , They shall think ...
第57页
... hope of speed , what dread of long delays . The wild forest , the clothed holts with green , With reins avail'd , 7 and swift y - breathed horse , With cry of hounds , and merry blasts between , Where we did chase the fearful hart of ...
... hope of speed , what dread of long delays . The wild forest , the clothed holts with green , With reins avail'd , 7 and swift y - breathed horse , With cry of hounds , and merry blasts between , Where we did chase the fearful hart of ...
第62页
... hope , the sweet return to grace Of just David by perfite penitence : Where rulers may see in a mirror clear The bitter fruit of false concupiscence ; How Jewry bought Uriah's death full dear . In princes ' hearts God's scourge ...
... hope , the sweet return to grace Of just David by perfite penitence : Where rulers may see in a mirror clear The bitter fruit of false concupiscence ; How Jewry bought Uriah's death full dear . In princes ' hearts God's scourge ...
第67页
... hope and eke my hot desire With shamefac'd cloak to shadow and restrain , Her smiling grace converteth straight to ire . And coward Love then to the heart apace Taketh his flight , whereas he lurks and plains His purpose lost , and dare ...
... hope and eke my hot desire With shamefac'd cloak to shadow and restrain , Her smiling grace converteth straight to ire . And coward Love then to the heart apace Taketh his flight , whereas he lurks and plains His purpose lost , and dare ...
第98页
... hope no fruit appears : Thy true meaning is paid with scorn , That ever sow'th and reap'th no corn . And where thou seeks a quiet port , Thou dost but weigh against the wind ; · Love . I For where thou gladdest wouldst resort , There is ...
... hope no fruit appears : Thy true meaning is paid with scorn , That ever sow'th and reap'th no corn . And where thou seeks a quiet port , Thou dost but weigh against the wind ; · Love . I For where thou gladdest wouldst resort , There is ...
其他版本 - 查看全部
常见术语和短语
Astrophel and Stella beauty bird bliss born breast Chaucer cheer Christ's College court Cupid dainty dame dear death delight disdain doth E'en earl England's Helicon English eyes fair faith farewell favour fear flowers following specimens Gloss Gorboduc grace green Greensleeves grief hairs Harpalus hath heart heaven Henry VIII honour king kiss lady live look lord lov'd Love's lover lullaby lute mind mourning Muse never night nought Oxford pain pity poems poetical poetry poets praise prep printed pron Puttenham Queen reign scorn shepherd sighs sight sing Sir Philip Sidney Sir Thomas Wyatt Sith song SONNET soul summer queen sweet tears tell thee thine thing thou thought translated tree unto verse Vide Sibbald Warton wight wind wine Wood words worth marriage wouldest not love youth
热门引用章节
第349页 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O prepare it. My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
第389页 - I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be; But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee!
第352页 - Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require.
第351页 - Fear no more the frown o' the great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
第334页 - Tell them that brave it most, They beg for more by spending, Who, in their greatest cost, Seek nothing but commending: And if they make reply Then give them all the lie.
第346页 - Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night ' That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide...
第220页 - Time drives the flocks from field to fold, When Rivers rage, and Rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb, The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields, To wayward winter reckoning yields, A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
第388页 - Come, my Celia, let us prove, While we can, the sports of love, Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever; Spend not then his gifts in vain; Suns, that set, may rise again ; . But if once we lose this light, 'Tis with us perpetual night.
第243页 - CUPID and my Campaspe played At cards for kisses — Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows ; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin ; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me?* THE SONGS...
第348页 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head ? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engender'd in the eyes, With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell ALL.