English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1844 |
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... Heavens light did hide , Not pierceable with power of any starr : And all within were pathes and alleies wide , With footing worne , and leading inward farr : Faire harbour that them seems ; so in they entered are . And foorth they ...
... Heavens light did hide , Not pierceable with power of any starr : And all within were pathes and alleies wide , With footing worne , and leading inward farr : Faire harbour that them seems ; so in they entered are . And foorth they ...
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... Heaven ? - And is there love In heavenly spirits to these creatures bace , That may compassion of their evils move ? There is : else much more wretched were the cace Of men than beasts . But O ! th ' exceeding grace Of highest God ...
... Heaven ? - And is there love In heavenly spirits to these creatures bace , That may compassion of their evils move ? There is : else much more wretched were the cace Of men than beasts . But O ! th ' exceeding grace Of highest God ...
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... heaven I do confess the vices of my blood , So justly to your grave ears I'll present How I did thrive in this fair lady's love , And she in mine . Duke . Say it , Othello . Oth . Her father loved me ; oft invited me ; Still question'd ...
... heaven I do confess the vices of my blood , So justly to your grave ears I'll present How I did thrive in this fair lady's love , And she in mine . Duke . Say it , Othello . Oth . Her father loved me ; oft invited me ; Still question'd ...
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... heaven had made her such a man : she thank'd me ; And bade me , if I had a friend that loved her , I should but teach him how to tell my story , And that would woo her . Upon this hint , I spake : She loved me for the dangers I had pass ...
... heaven had made her such a man : she thank'd me ; And bade me , if I had a friend that loved her , I should but teach him how to tell my story , And that would woo her . Upon this hint , I spake : She loved me for the dangers I had pass ...
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... Heaven yclep'd Euphrosyne , And by men , heart - easing Mirth ; Whom lovely Venus , at a birth , With two sister Graces more , To ivy - crowned Bacchus bore . Haste thee , Nymph , and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity , Quips ...
... Heaven yclep'd Euphrosyne , And by men , heart - easing Mirth ; Whom lovely Venus , at a birth , With two sister Graces more , To ivy - crowned Bacchus bore . Haste thee , Nymph , and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity , Quips ...
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第 38 頁 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, —...
第 44 頁 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! But the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
第 41 頁 - Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow. And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
第 48 頁 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays : Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days : There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
第 16 頁 - Hence loathed Melancholy Of Cerberus and blackest midnight born, In Stygian Cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy, Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding darkness spreads his jealous wings...
第 14 頁 - And portance in my travel's history : Wherein of antres vast, and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch heaven, It was my hint to speak, such was the process ; And of the Cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders.
第 11 頁 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
第 44 頁 - Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile), Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might.
第 19 頁 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask and antique pageantry ; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
第 8 頁 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honors thick upon him ; The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost ; And — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.