Specimens of the British Poets ...W. Suttaby, 1809 |
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... ween . She seem'd still back unto the land to look , And her play - fellows ' aid to call , and fear The dashing of the waves , that up she took Her dainty feet , and garments gathered near ; But ( Lord ! ) how she in every member shook ...
... ween . She seem'd still back unto the land to look , And her play - fellows ' aid to call , and fear The dashing of the waves , that up she took Her dainty feet , and garments gathered near ; But ( Lord ! ) how she in every member shook ...
الصفحة 57
... ween Some angel she had been : Her long loose yellow locks , like golden wire , Sprinkled with pearl , and perling flowres atween , Do like a golden mantel her attire , And being crowned with a girland green , Seem like some maiden ...
... ween Some angel she had been : Her long loose yellow locks , like golden wire , Sprinkled with pearl , and perling flowres atween , Do like a golden mantel her attire , And being crowned with a girland green , Seem like some maiden ...
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... ween to count aright , At once a hundred tapers light On all the walls around . Now sounding tongues assail his ear , Now sounding feet approachen near , " And now the sounds increase : And from the corner where he lay He sees a train ...
... ween to count aright , At once a hundred tapers light On all the walls around . Now sounding tongues assail his ear , Now sounding feet approachen near , " And now the sounds increase : And from the corner where he lay He sees a train ...
الصفحة 338
... ill ? Oh ! may'st thou henceforth sweetly sleep : Sheer , swains ! oh ! sheer your softest sheep To swell his couch ; for well I ween , He sav'd the realm who sav'd the Queen , " Quoth I , Please God I'll hie with glee 338 JOHN GAY .
... ill ? Oh ! may'st thou henceforth sweetly sleep : Sheer , swains ! oh ! sheer your softest sheep To swell his couch ; for well I ween , He sav'd the realm who sav'd the Queen , " Quoth I , Please God I'll hie with glee 338 JOHN GAY .
الصفحة 341
... ween my plight is guest , For he that loves , a stranger is to rest ; If swains belie not thou hast prov'd the smart , And Blouzelinda's mistress of thy heart . This rising rear betokeneth well thy mind ; Those arms are folded for thy ...
... ween my plight is guest , For he that loves , a stranger is to rest ; If swains belie not thou hast prov'd the smart , And Blouzelinda's mistress of thy heart . This rising rear betokeneth well thy mind ; Those arms are folded for thy ...
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Alma beauteous beauty Blouzelind breast breath bright Castara charms Cupid dear death delight Dick doth e'er eccho ring Eclogue Emma eyes face fair fame fancy fate fear flame flowers gentle give goddess grace grief ground hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven honour Hymen king kiss light live lov'd lover Lubberkin Lucretius lute lyre maid MATTHEW PRIOR mighty mind Muse ne'er never NICHOLAS ROWE night numbers Nut-brown Maid nymph o'er Ovid pain Pallas passion pity plac'd plain pleasure poets praise pride queen rose shade shepherd shine sighs sight sing smile soft song SONNETS sorrow soul spide summer queen sung swain sweet tears tell Tereu thee thine things THOMAS PARNELL thought thrice Twas unto verse virtue ween Whilst winds wings wise woods youth
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الصفحة 183 - Or let my lamp at midnight hour, Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft outwatch the Bear...
الصفحة 189 - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
الصفحة 14 - 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.
الصفحة 180 - 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...
الصفحة 223 - Far in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew ; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well : Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
الصفحة 186 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful jollity ; Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods and becks, and wreathed smiles.
الصفحة 180 - But first, and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song, In her sweetest, saddest plight.
الصفحة 163 - Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing, Happier than the happiest king. All the fields which thou dost see, All the plants, belong to thee ; All that summer hours produce, Fertile made with early juice; Man for thee does sow and plow; Farmer he, and landlord thou ! Thou dost innocently joy, Nor does thy luxury destroy.
الصفحة 216 - Art she had none, yet wanted none, For Nature did that Want supply: So rich in Treasures of her Own, She might our boasted Stores defy: Such Noble Vigour did her Verse adorn, That it seem'd borrow'd, where 'twas only born.
الصفحة 125 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?