The English Anthology ...Joseph Ritson C. Clarke, 1793 - 334 страница "A selection of English poetry, in a chronological series, from the beginning of the sixteenth century (or, including an extract from Chaucer, from the latter part of the fourteenth) to the present time, upon a plan hitherto unattempted, at least in this country. ... No alteration (except in apparent mistakes) has been attempted either in the language or in the orthography, as as little as possible even in the punctuation, of the edition followed ... nor has any piece been inserted which had already appeared in "A Select Collection of English Songs," published in 1783"--Advertisement. |
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... face , The teares berayne my chekes of deadly hewe , The whyche as foone as fobbyng fighes ( alas ! ) Upfupped have , thus I my playnt renewe : O place of bliffe ! renewer of my woes ! Give me accompt where is my noble fere , 40 45 Whom ...
... face , The teares berayne my chekes of deadly hewe , The whyche as foone as fobbyng fighes ( alas ! ) Upfupped have , thus I my playnt renewe : O place of bliffe ! renewer of my woes ! Give me accompt where is my noble fere , 40 45 Whom ...
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... face Wild Cambers clifs , did geve her lyuely heate ; Foftered fhe was with milke of Irishe breft ; Her fire , an erle , her dame , of princes blood ; From tender yeres in Britaine fhe doth reft , With Kinges childe , where she tafteth ...
... face Wild Cambers clifs , did geve her lyuely heate ; Foftered fhe was with milke of Irishe breft ; Her fire , an erle , her dame , of princes blood ; From tender yeres in Britaine fhe doth reft , With Kinges childe , where she tafteth ...
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... face , Since ruine harbours there in every place : For my enchanted foul alike she drowns With calms and tempests of her smiles and frowns . I'l love no more those cruel eyes of hers , Which , pleas'd or anger'd , still are murderers ...
... face , Since ruine harbours there in every place : For my enchanted foul alike she drowns With calms and tempests of her smiles and frowns . I'l love no more those cruel eyes of hers , Which , pleas'd or anger'd , still are murderers ...
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... at once invite A pleasure , and a reverence from the fight : Thy mighty masters emblem , in whofe face Sate meeknefs , heightned with majestick grace .. 45 Such feems thy gentle height , made only proud To DENHAM . 59.
... at once invite A pleasure , and a reverence from the fight : Thy mighty masters emblem , in whofe face Sate meeknefs , heightned with majestick grace .. 45 Such feems thy gentle height , made only proud To DENHAM . 59.
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... face had seen . But his proud head the aery mountain hides Among the clouds ; his fhoulders and his fides A fhady mantle cloaths ; his curled brows Frown on the gentle ftream , which calmly flows ; While winds and ftorms his lofty ...
... face had seen . But his proud head the aery mountain hides Among the clouds ; his fhoulders and his fides A fhady mantle cloaths ; his curled brows Frown on the gentle ftream , which calmly flows ; While winds and ftorms his lofty ...
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Страница 35 - 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 chequered shade; And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday, Till the livelong daylight fail...
Страница 39 - Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom...
Страница 43 - Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas* is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer : Who would not sing for Lycidas ? He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
Страница 33 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Страница 118 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure ; Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure ; Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again ; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.
Страница 46 - O fountain Arethuse, and thou honoured flood, Smooth-sliding Mincius, crowned with vocal reeds, That strain I heard was of a higher mood ! But now my oat proceeds, And listens to the Herald of the Sea That came in Neptune's plea.
Страница 44 - For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock by fountain, shade, and rill. Together both, ere the high lawns appeared Under the opening eyelids of the morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn...
Страница 117 - Flushed with a purple grace He shows his honest face: Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes! Bacchus , ever fair and young , Drinking joys did first ordain : Bacchus...
Страница 46 - The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played. It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.
Страница 49 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed. And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...