Chaucer to BurnsH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1913 |
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William Stebbing. MATTHEW PRIOR JONATHAN SWIFT ALEXANDER POPE JOHN GAY • EDWARD YOUNG JAMES THOMSON THOMAS GRAY PAGES 221-227 228-232 233-245 246-252 253-259 260-268 269-277 WILLIAM COLLINS 278-285 • MARK AKENSIDE 286-292 · OLIVER ...
William Stebbing. MATTHEW PRIOR JONATHAN SWIFT ALEXANDER POPE JOHN GAY • EDWARD YOUNG JAMES THOMSON THOMAS GRAY PAGES 221-227 228-232 233-245 246-252 253-259 260-268 269-277 WILLIAM COLLINS 278-285 • MARK AKENSIDE 286-292 · OLIVER ...
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... young . No teachers existed in this island for ' old famous Chaucer ' , The pure in whose gentle spright well - head of poesie did dwell ; the ' loadstarre of our language ' ; of ' excellencie and wonderful skill in making ' , as ...
... young . No teachers existed in this island for ' old famous Chaucer ' , The pure in whose gentle spright well - head of poesie did dwell ; the ' loadstarre of our language ' ; of ' excellencie and wonderful skill in making ' , as ...
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... young Squire , of dames , as well as of his father , to whom he was a ' lowly , servisable ' son ; the Wife of Bath ; the , Sergeant of the Lawe , war and wys ; the prosperous Franklin : Wel loved he by the morwe a sop in wyn ; a Clerk ...
... young Squire , of dames , as well as of his father , to whom he was a ' lowly , servisable ' son ; the Wife of Bath ; the , Sergeant of the Lawe , war and wys ; the prosperous Franklin : Wel loved he by the morwe a sop in wyn ; a Clerk ...
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... young.26 When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie , Your monument shall be my gentle verse , Which eyes not yet created shall o'er - read ; And tongues to be your being shall rehearse , When all the breathers of this world are dead ...
... young.26 When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie , Your monument shall be my gentle verse , Which eyes not yet created shall o'er - read ; And tongues to be your being shall rehearse , When all the breathers of this world are dead ...
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... young lord's grand - dame . Possibly the copyist intentionally prefixed Jonson's six lines to Browne's ; and Browne's own allusion in his epitaph on Lord Herbert , still more probably , was to his undoubted elegy on the grandmother . To ...
... young lord's grand - dame . Possibly the copyist intentionally prefixed Jonson's six lines to Browne's ; and Browne's own allusion in his epitaph on Lord Herbert , still more probably , was to his undoubted elegy on the grandmother . To ...
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A. B. Grosart admiration Andrew Marvell beauty Ben Jonson Book breast breath bright century charm Chaucer child contemporaries dead death delight doth dream Dryden E. K. Chambers Elegy English Epistle Epitaph eyes Faerie Queene fair fame fancy feel fire flowers G. A. Aitken garden genius gentle grace hand heart Heaven Henry Vaughan Hesperides honour hope Hudibras Hymn Ibid imagination inspiration Jonson King Lady less light literary literature live Lord lover Lucasta Mark Akenside melody Muse nature never night noble Numbers o'er passion pity Poems poet poet's poetic poetry Pope praise readers Richard Crashaw Richard Lovelace rose shade Shakespeare shine sigh sing sleep smiles soft song Sonnets soul spirit stanzas star sweet tears tenderness thee theme thought verse voice weep wild William Pickering winds wings wonder writer
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Side 77 - Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy...
Side 50 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Side 161 - Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired ; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee ; How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Side 234 - Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Side 115 - Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm. Or let my lamp at midnight hour Be seen in some high lonely tower...
Side 178 - To ALTHEA FROM PRISON WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates ; When I lie tangled in her hair And fetter'd to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Side 200 - 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...
Side 110 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest, may know At first sight if the bird be flown; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown. And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams Call to the soul, when man doth sleep, So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes, And into glory peep.
Side 51 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Side 299 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs, — and God has given my share, — I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.