The Book of Gems: Chaucer to PriorSamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1836 |
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... Grace , and encouraged by Fortitude , Perseveraunce and Counsayle . In the end , the labours of Graund Amoure succeed in achieving a marriage with La bell Pucell , with whom he lives long and happy , until arrested by Age , who brings ...
... Grace , and encouraged by Fortitude , Perseveraunce and Counsayle . In the end , the labours of Graund Amoure succeed in achieving a marriage with La bell Pucell , with whom he lives long and happy , until arrested by Age , who brings ...
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... grace eche one had founde , What hope of spede , what dreade of long delayes . The wylde forrest , the clothed holtes with grene , With raynes availed and swiftly breathed horse ; Wyth cry of houndes and merry blastes betwene , Where we ...
... grace eche one had founde , What hope of spede , what dreade of long delayes . The wylde forrest , the clothed holtes with grene , With raynes availed and swiftly breathed horse ; Wyth cry of houndes and merry blastes betwene , Where we ...
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... grace ; A thousand cupids flye About her gentle eye ; From which each throwes a dart That kindleth soft sweet fire Within my sighing heart , Possessed by desire No sweeter life I trie Than in her love to die . The lilly in the field ...
... grace ; A thousand cupids flye About her gentle eye ; From which each throwes a dart That kindleth soft sweet fire Within my sighing heart , Possessed by desire No sweeter life I trie Than in her love to die . The lilly in the field ...
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... grace . This pleasant lilly white , This taint of roseate red , This Cynthiae's silver light , This sweet faire Dea spred , These sun - beames in mine eye , These beauties make me die . A LOVER DISDAINED , COMPLAINETH . If ever man had ...
... grace . This pleasant lilly white , This taint of roseate red , This Cynthiae's silver light , This sweet faire Dea spred , These sun - beames in mine eye , These beauties make me die . A LOVER DISDAINED , COMPLAINETH . If ever man had ...
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... grace , You knowe if I have beene untrue , It was in too much praysing you . And though this Judge doe make suche haste , To shead with shame my guiltlesse blood : Yet let your pittie first bee plaste , To save the man that meant you ...
... grace , You knowe if I have beene untrue , It was in too much praysing you . And though this Judge doe make suche haste , To shead with shame my guiltlesse blood : Yet let your pittie first bee plaste , To save the man that meant you ...
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Página 221 - 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.
Página 106 - 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.
Página 138 - 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.
Página 267 - 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.
Página 271 - 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.
Página 227 - 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...
Página 223 - 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...
Página 267 - 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.
Página 200 - 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.
Página 226 - 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.