The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers and a General Introduction, Volume 1Macmillan, 1895 - English poetry |
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... Verses found in his Bible at the Gate - House at Westminster ELIZABETHAN MISCELLANIES From The Paradyse of Dainty Devises : Amantium Irae ( R. Edwards ) From A Handefull of Pleasant Delites : A Proper Sonnet ( Anon . ) • From The Arbor ...
... Verses found in his Bible at the Gate - House at Westminster ELIZABETHAN MISCELLANIES From The Paradyse of Dainty Devises : Amantium Irae ( R. Edwards ) From A Handefull of Pleasant Delites : A Proper Sonnet ( Anon . ) • From The Arbor ...
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... The Soul compared to a Virgin wooed in Marriage Extract from Orchestra , or A Poeme of Dauncing : Antinous praises dancing before Queen Penelope • · 551 • 554 · 553 From Hymnes of Astrea , in Acrostic Verse : To CONTENTS . ZY.
... The Soul compared to a Virgin wooed in Marriage Extract from Orchestra , or A Poeme of Dauncing : Antinous praises dancing before Queen Penelope • · 551 • 554 · 553 From Hymnes of Astrea , in Acrostic Verse : To CONTENTS . ZY.
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... Verse : To the Spring • • To the Nightingale • To the Month of September JOHN DONNE ( 1573-1631 ) Song · · A Valediction forbidding Mourning Song From Verses to Sir Henry Wootton The Will • PAGE 556 556 557 Prof. Hales 558 361 · · 561 ...
... Verse : To the Spring • • To the Nightingale • To the Month of September JOHN DONNE ( 1573-1631 ) Song · · A Valediction forbidding Mourning Song From Verses to Sir Henry Wootton The Will • PAGE 556 556 557 Prof. Hales 558 361 · · 561 ...
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... verse of the master , than by being perused in the prose of the critic . Nevertheless if we are urgently pressed to give some critical account of them , we may safely , perhaps , venture on laying down , not indeed how and why the ...
... verse of the master , than by being perused in the prose of the critic . Nevertheless if we are urgently pressed to give some critical account of them , we may safely , perhaps , venture on laying down , not indeed how and why the ...
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... verse ; that merely one line like this : ' O martyr souded1 in virginitee ! ' has a virtue of manner and movement such as we shall not find in all the verse of romance - poetry ; -but this is saying nothing . The virtue is such as we ...
... verse ; that merely one line like this : ' O martyr souded1 in virginitee ! ' has a virtue of manner and movement such as we shall not find in all the verse of romance - poetry ; -but this is saying nothing . The virtue is such as we ...
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Page 459 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Page 456 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Page 450 - ... key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since, seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet. So is the time that keeps you as my chest, Or as the wardrobe which the robe doth hide, To make some special instant special blest, By new unfolding his imprison'd pride.
Page 457 - If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Page 416 - With coral clasps and amber studs; And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Page 459 - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go. And be you blithe and bonny ; ' Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Page 292 - Crosse he bore, The deare remembrance of his dying Lord, For whose sweete sake that glorious badge he wore, And dead as living ever him ador'd: Upon his shield the like was also scor'd...
Page 228 - There lived a wife at Usher's Well, And a wealthy wife was she; She had three stout and stalwart sons, And sent them o'er the sea. They hadna been a week from her, A week but barely ane, When word came to the carline wife That her three sons were gane.
Page 450 - As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses : But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall fade, my verse distils your truth.
Page 490 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with age and dust ; Who in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust.