The Book of Gems: Chaucer to PriorSamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1836 |
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第 24 頁
... hast gotte , Of simple hearts through Loves shot , By whome unkind thou hast them wonne , Think not he hath his bow forgott , Although my lute and I have done . Vengeance shall fall on thy disdaine That makest but game of earnest payne ...
... hast gotte , Of simple hearts through Loves shot , By whome unkind thou hast them wonne , Think not he hath his bow forgott , Although my lute and I have done . Vengeance shall fall on thy disdaine That makest but game of earnest payne ...
第 31 頁
... hast of flight ; and I may plaine my fill Unto my self , unless this carefull song Print in your hart some parcell of my tene . For I , alas ! in silence all too long Of myne olde hurt yet feele the wound but grene . Rue on my lyfe , or ...
... hast of flight ; and I may plaine my fill Unto my self , unless this carefull song Print in your hart some parcell of my tene . For I , alas ! in silence all too long Of myne olde hurt yet feele the wound but grene . Rue on my lyfe , or ...
第 49 頁
... hast post hast , was made to have it done : And up it comes in hast much more than speede . H There did I see a wofull worke begonne , Which. FROM A VOYAGE INTO HOLLANDE . THE SHEPHEARD TO THE FLOWERS . Description of Spring, wherein ...
... hast post hast , was made to have it done : And up it comes in hast much more than speede . H There did I see a wofull worke begonne , Which. FROM A VOYAGE INTO HOLLANDE . THE SHEPHEARD TO THE FLOWERS . Description of Spring, wherein ...
第 50 頁
... hast that in the boate they wonne , Before it was above the hatches brought . Straunge tale to tell , what hast some men shall make To find their death before the same be sought . Some twixt the boate and shippe their bane do take ...
... hast that in the boate they wonne , Before it was above the hatches brought . Straunge tale to tell , what hast some men shall make To find their death before the same be sought . Some twixt the boate and shippe their bane do take ...
第 59 頁
... hast , as I Commanded thee , done blabbing , Although to give the lye Deserves no less than stabbing , Yet stab at thee who will , No stab the soule can kill . EDMUND SPENSER , descended from the ancient family of the RALEIGH . 69 59.
... hast , as I Commanded thee , done blabbing , Although to give the lye Deserves no less than stabbing , Yet stab at thee who will , No stab the soule can kill . EDMUND SPENSER , descended from the ancient family of the RALEIGH . 69 59.
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第 221 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, And the night-raven sings ; There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
第 106 頁 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe.
第 138 頁 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed : Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound.
第 267 頁 - He makes the figs our mouths to meet And throws the melons at our feet; But apples, plants of such a price, No tree could ever bear them twice.
第 271 頁 - Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the Flood, And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews.
第 227 頁 - 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. Or call up him that left...
第 223 頁 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequer'd shade...
第 267 頁 - Ambergris on shore. He cast (of which we rather boast) The Gospel's Pearl upon our Coast. And in these Rocks for us did frame A Temple, where to sound his Name. Oh let our Voice his Praise exalt, Till it arrive at Heaven's Vault : Which thence (perhaps) rebounding may Echo beyond the Mexique Bay.
第 200 頁 - Who would have thought my shrivelled heart Could have recovered greenness? It was gone Quite under ground; as flowers depart To see their mother-root, when they have blown; Where they together All the hard weather, Dead to the world, keep house unknown.
第 226 頁 - Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step and musing gait And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes; There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad, leaden, downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast.