The Book of Gems: Chaucer to PriorSamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1836 |
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... 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 : And joyn with thee calm Peace , and Quiet , Spare Fast , that oft with Gods doth ...
... 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 : And joyn with thee calm Peace , and Quiet , Spare Fast , that oft with Gods doth ...
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beauty Ben Jonson born breath brest Castara conceits court dayes death delight desire doth Earl earth eche eyes face faire fame fancy farforth fayre feare Finden flame flowers flye fortune genius gentle GEORGE GASCOIGNE GILES FLETCHER give glory grace grene griefe hand happy hart hast hath heart heaven holy orders honour Hudibras Inner Temple king kisse labour lady light live look Lord love's lover mind Muse nature never night noble nought Oxford passed passion PHINEAS FLETCHER playnt pleasure plesaunt poems Poet poetry Poly-olbion pow'r praise Queen rest rich scorne shee sigh sight sing Sir John Suckling Sir Philip Sidney song soul sunne Surrey sweet teares Tell thee theyre thine thing thinke thou art thought unto verse vertue wanton Westminster Abbey wight winds Wood Wyth yeeld youth
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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.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | The Book of Gems: Chaucer to Prior Volumen1 de The Book of Gems: The Poets and Artists of Great Britain, Samuel Carter Hall |
| Editor | Samuel Carter Hall |
| Editor | Saunders and Otley, 1836 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Harvard |
| Digitalizado | 14 Ago. 2007 |
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