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 |
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... night , Of a castell he gat ane sight , Beside ane mountain , in ane vale : * Printed at Edinburgh , 1592 , by H. Charteris in an edition of Lindsay's works , afterwards by ditto separately , 1594 , from which it was republished by Mr ...
... night , Of a castell he gat ane sight , Beside ane mountain , in ane vale : * Printed at Edinburgh , 1592 , by H. Charteris in an edition of Lindsay's works , afterwards by ditto separately , 1594 , from which it was republished by Mr ...
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... night , there was nought ellis But for to hear of his novellis.4 Eneas , when he fled from Troy , Did not queen Dido greater joy , When he in Carthage did arrive , And did the siege of Troy descryve . The wonders that he did rehearse ...
... night , there was nought ellis But for to hear of his novellis.4 Eneas , when he fled from Troy , Did not queen Dido greater joy , When he in Carthage did arrive , And did the siege of Troy descryve . The wonders that he did rehearse ...
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... night he sleepit never ane wink , But still did on the lady think . ' Damasked ? ( Pink . Gloss . ) Ornicle , in La Combe's Dict . du Vieux Lang . is interpreted " sorte d'étoffe fort " riche ; " and linen imitating the patterns of such ...
... night he sleepit never ane wink , But still did on the lady think . ' Damasked ? ( Pink . Gloss . ) Ornicle , in La Combe's Dict . du Vieux Lang . is interpreted " sorte d'étoffe fort " riche ; " and linen imitating the patterns of such ...
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... night , " No wild beast wait with wrang . " Though I walk in this forest free " With bow and eke with feather'd flane , " It is weill mair than dayis three " And meat or drink yet saw I nane . " Though I had ne'er sic need " Myself to ...
... night , " No wild beast wait with wrang . " Though I walk in this forest free " With bow and eke with feather'd flane , " It is weill mair than dayis three " And meat or drink yet saw I nane . " Though I had ne'er sic need " Myself to ...
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... night , " All naked , sleepand by my side . " - " I will not do that sin , I Leif you , this world to win ! " — " Ye are so hale of hue and hide , * " Love has me fangit in this tide : " I may not fra you tuyn . ” 3 Then lookit she to ...
... night , " All naked , sleepand by my side . " - " I will not do that sin , I Leif you , this world to win ! " — " Ye are so hale of hue and hide , * " Love has me fangit in this tide : " I may not fra you tuyn . ” 3 Then lookit she to ...
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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.