Bell's Edition: The Poets of Great Britain Complete from Chaucer to Churchill ...J. Bell, 1788 - English poetry |
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... mourning pine I ; you with pining mourn . A thousand sithes I curse that careful hour Wherein I long the neighbour town to see , And eke ten thousand sithes I bless the stour Wherein I saw so fair a sight as she : 50 Yet all for naught ...
... mourning pine I ; you with pining mourn . A thousand sithes I curse that careful hour Wherein I long the neighbour town to see , And eke ten thousand sithes I bless the stour Wherein I saw so fair a sight as she : 50 Yet all for naught ...
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... mourn , But for the lad whom long I lov'd so dearn Now loves a lass that all his love doth scorn : He , plung'd in vain , his tressed locks doth tear , Shepherds delights he doth them all forswear ; His pleasant pipe , which makes us ...
... mourn , But for the lad whom long I lov'd so dearn Now loves a lass that all his love doth scorn : He , plung'd in vain , his tressed locks doth tear , Shepherds delights he doth them all forswear ; His pleasant pipe , which makes us ...
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... mourning never hadst afore ; [ Nine , Up , grisly Ghosts ! and up my rúful Rime ! Matter of mirth now shalt thou have no more , For dead she is that mirth thee made of yore ; Dido , my dear , alas ! is dead , Dead , and lieth wrapt in ...
... mourning never hadst afore ; [ Nine , Up , grisly Ghosts ! and up my rúful Rime ! Matter of mirth now shalt thou have no more , For dead she is that mirth thee made of yore ; Dido , my dear , alas ! is dead , Dead , and lieth wrapt in ...
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... Mourn now , my Muse , now mourn with teares be O careful verse ! [ sprint ; O thou great shepherd , Lobbin , how great is 82 THE SHEPHERD'S CALENDAR . NOV .
... Mourn now , my Muse , now mourn with teares be O careful verse ! [ sprint ; O thou great shepherd , Lobbin , how great is 82 THE SHEPHERD'S CALENDAR . NOV .
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... mourn , Their sundry colours tourn . O heavy herse ! The heavens do melt in tears without remorse ; O careful verse ! 125 130 The feeble flocks in field refuse their former food , And hang their heads as they would learn to weep ; The ...
... mourn , Their sundry colours tourn . O heavy herse ! The heavens do melt in tears without remorse ; O careful verse ! 125 130 The feeble flocks in field refuse their former food , And hang their heads as they would learn to weep ; The ...
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Page 30 - Most glorious Lord of life, that on this day, Didst make thy triumph over death and sin; And, having harrowed hell, didst bring away Captivity thence captive, us to win...
Page 7 - For though he colours could devize at will, And eke his learned hand at pleasure guide, Least, trembling, it his workmanship should spill*, Yet many wondrous things there are beside: The sweet eye-glaunces, that like arrowes glide, The charming smiles, that rob sence from the hart, The lovely pleasance, and the lofty pride, Cannot expressed be by any art. A greater craftesmans hand thereto doth neede, That can expresse the life of things indeed.
Page 207 - I gained gifts and goodly grace Of that great lord, which therein wont to dwell, Whose want too well now feels my friendless case.
Page 215 - Why stand ye still ye virgins in amaze, Upon her so to gaze, Whiles ye forget your former lay to sing, To which the woods did answer, and your eccho ring?
Page 218 - ... light, When once the Crab behind his back he sees. But for this time it ill ordained was, To chose the longest day in all the yeare, And shortest night, when longest fitter weare: Yet never day so long, but late would passe.
Page 111 - So every spirit, as it is most pure, And hath in it the more of heavenly light, So it the fairer body doth procure To habit in, and it more fairly dight, With cheerful grace and amiable sight. For, of the soul, the body form doth take, For soul is form, and doth the body make.
Page 206 - At length they all to merry London came, To merry London, my most kindly nurse, That to me gave this life's first native source, Though from another place I take my name, An house of ancient fame ! There when they came, whereas those bricky towers The which on Thames...
Page 109 - How vainely then doe ydle wits invent, That beautie is nought else but mixture made Of colours faire, and goodly temp'rament Of pure complexions, that shall quickly fade And passe away, like to a sommers...
Page 30 - I all weary had the chase forsook, The gentle deer returned the self-same way, Thinking to quench her thirst at the next brook: There she, beholding me with milder look, Sought not to fly, but fearless still did bide; Till I in hand her yet half trembling took, And with her own good-will her firmly tied. Strange thing, meseemed, to see a beast so wild, So goodly won, with her own will beguiled.
Page 218 - With Barnaby the bright, From whence declining daily by degrees, He somewhat loseth of his heat and light, When once the Crab behind his back he sees.