Chaucer to BurnsWilliam James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard C. Scribner's Sons, 1883 |
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Ae fond kiss Æneid beauty bel ami BEN JONSON birds bless'd blushing bonnie breast breath bright Cædmon Chaucer cheeks CLORINDA Corydon crown Cuckoo dear death delight divine dost doth earth English eyes fair fate fear fire flame flowers FRANCIS BEAUMONT FRANCIS DAVISON GILES FLETCHER glory golden grace grief hair hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly hither JEAN ELLIOT joys King kiss Lady light lilies lips live look Love is dead Love's lovers Lycidas Maid melancholy merry mind Mistress Muse N'oserez-vous ne'er never night nonny nought numbers Nymphs o'er Phoebus pity play pleasure poems poet praise Queen rose shade shepherds shine sigh sight sing sleep smile song sonnets sorrow soul Spring stars sweet tears Tell thine thing thou art thought Tottel's Miscellany true love unto verse WALTER DAVISON weep winds wings woods wooing o't wrote
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Стр. 93 - a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Ding-dong ! Hark! now I hear them—Ding-dong bell! Where the bee sucks, there lurk I; In a cowslip's bell I lie ; There I couch when owls do cry ; On the bat's back I do fly, After sunset, merrily. Merrily, merrily, shall I live now,
Стр. 287 - Gude faith ! he mauna fa' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities and a' that, The pith o' sense and pride o' worth Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that, That sense and worth o'er a' the earth That man to man the
Стр. 249 - his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield ; Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team a-ficld ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! ;»-• — ' Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,
Стр. 249 - docs to the moon complain Of such as wandering near her secret bower Molest her ancient solitary reign. Beneath these rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of
Стр. 178 - 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 They are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Стр. 201 - ON THE LATE MASSACRE IN PIEDMONT. Avenge, O Lord ! thy slaughter'd saints, whose bones Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold : Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worship'd stocks and stones, Forget not! In thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody
Стр. 95 - WINTER. When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipp'd, and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl: Tu whit! Tu
Стр. 128 - TAKE THOSE LIPS AWAY! Take, O take those lips away That so sweetly were forsworn ! And those eyes, like break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn! But my kisses bring again, Seals of love, though seal'd in vain ! Hide, O hide those hills of snow Which thy frozen
Стр. 98 - SERENADE. Hark ! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies : And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes ; With every thing that pretty been : My Lady sweet! arise
Стр. 185 - VALLEGRO. Hence, loathed Melancholy! Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born, In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes and shrieks and sights unholy I Find out some uncouth cell Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings And the night-raven sings ! There, under ebon shades, and low-brow'd rocks As ragged as thy locks,