The Book of Gems: Chaucer to PriorSamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1836 |
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... Lines attributed to the Earl of Ox- ford • 46 · 47 SURREY , Prisoner in Windsor , he recounteth his Pleasure there passed GASCOIGNE . 27 Description of Spring , wherein eche From a Voyage into Hollande thing renewes , save only the ...
... Lines attributed to the Earl of Ox- ford • 46 · 47 SURREY , Prisoner in Windsor , he recounteth his Pleasure there passed GASCOIGNE . 27 Description of Spring , wherein eche From a Voyage into Hollande thing renewes , save only the ...
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... line , Undir the which the grass , so freshe of hew , Was newly sprong ; and , an eight fote or nine , Every tre well fro his fellow grew , With braunchis brode , ladin with levis new , That sprongin out agen the sonne shene , - Some ...
... line , Undir the which the grass , so freshe of hew , Was newly sprong ; and , an eight fote or nine , Every tre well fro his fellow grew , With braunchis brode , ladin with levis new , That sprongin out agen the sonne shene , - Some ...
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... Lines attributed to the Earl of Oxford , " from a MS . in the Bodleian . In transcribing both , however , we have availed ourselves of copies printed for private circulation by the late Mr. Haslewood - which differ slightly from those ...
... Lines attributed to the Earl of Oxford , " from a MS . in the Bodleian . In transcribing both , however , we have availed ourselves of copies printed for private circulation by the late Mr. Haslewood - which differ slightly from those ...
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... LINES ATTRIBUTED TO THE EARL OF OXFORD . If woemen coulde be fayre and yet not fonde , Or that theyre love were firme not fickle still , I would not mervaylle that they make me bonde By servise longe to purchase theyre good will : But ...
... LINES ATTRIBUTED TO THE EARL OF OXFORD . If woemen coulde be fayre and yet not fonde , Or that theyre love were firme not fickle still , I would not mervaylle that they make me bonde By servise longe to purchase theyre good will : But ...
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... lines : - " My true love hath my heart and I have his , By just exchange one for another given , I hold his dear , and mine he cannot miss , There never was a better bargain driven ; My true love hath my heart and I have his . His heart ...
... lines : - " My true love hath my heart and I have his , By just exchange one for another given , I hold his dear , and mine he cannot miss , There never was a better bargain driven ; My true love hath my heart and I have his . His heart ...
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bear beauty Ben Jonson born breath brest Castara court dayes death delight desire doth Earl earth eche eyes face faire fame fancy farforth farre feare flame flowers 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 Jonson king kisse labour lady LADY ANNE CLIFFORD light live look Lord love's lover mind Muse nature never night noble nought Oxford passed passion PHINEAS FLETCHER pleasure poems Poet poetry Poly-olbion pow'r praise Queen rest rich rose scorne seemd selfe shee Shepheard sighs sight sing Sir Philip Sidney song sonnets soul Spenser sunne sweet teares Tell thee theyre thine thing thinke thou art thought unto verse vertue wanton Westminster Abbey Whilst wight winds 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.