The Book of Gems: Chaucer to PriorSamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1836 |
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... tears besprent , Her colour pale , and ( as it seemd her best ) In woe and playnt reposed was her rest . And as the stone that droppes of water weares ; So dented wer her cheekes with fall of teares . Her iyes swollen with flowing ...
... tears besprent , Her colour pale , and ( as it seemd her best ) In woe and playnt reposed was her rest . And as the stone that droppes of water weares ; So dented wer her cheekes with fall of teares . Her iyes swollen with flowing ...
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... tears , and the passion and strength , that are there also , influence us through a medium of visionary sublimity , and by associations of preternatural power . The controlling presence of the poetry of Spenser is a love of beauty and a ...
... tears , and the passion and strength , that are there also , influence us through a medium of visionary sublimity , and by associations of preternatural power . The controlling presence of the poetry of Spenser is a love of beauty and a ...
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... tears , lest , as she spends Her tributary sighs , the frequent gust Might scatter up and down the noble dust ; Know , when that heap of atomes was with blood Kneaded to solid flesh , and firmly stood On stately pillars , the rare form ...
... tears , lest , as she spends Her tributary sighs , the frequent gust Might scatter up and down the noble dust ; Know , when that heap of atomes was with blood Kneaded to solid flesh , and firmly stood On stately pillars , the rare form ...
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... tears Convey'd to him ; how loyal then , and how Constant he prov'd since to his marriage vow , So as his wand'ring eyes never drew in One lustful thought to tempt his soul to sin ; But that I fear such mention rather may Kindle new ...
... tears Convey'd to him ; how loyal then , and how Constant he prov'd since to his marriage vow , So as his wand'ring eyes never drew in One lustful thought to tempt his soul to sin ; But that I fear such mention rather may Kindle new ...
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... tears , Celia , now shall win My resolv'd heart to return ; I have search'd thy soul within , And find nought but pride and scorn ; I have learn'd thy arts , and now Can disdain as much as thou . Some Pow'r , in my revenge , convey That ...
... tears , Celia , now shall win My resolv'd heart to return ; I have search'd thy soul within , And find nought but pride and scorn ; I have learn'd thy arts , and now Can disdain as much as thou . Some Pow'r , in my revenge , convey That ...
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.