Second period. From Spenser to Dryden (cont.)James Nichol, 1860 |
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... hand , exhausted long ere he was thirty the sarcastic material that was in him ; and during the rest of his career , wielded his powers with as much lenity as strength . Perhaps no satirist had a more thorough conception than our author ...
... hand , exhausted long ere he was thirty the sarcastic material that was in him ; and during the rest of his career , wielded his powers with as much lenity as strength . Perhaps no satirist had a more thorough conception than our author ...
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... hand , else he had none . Their only cellar was the neighbour brook : None did for better care , for better look . Was then no plaining of the brewer's ' scape , Nor greedy vintner mix'd the stained grape . The king's pavilion was the ...
... hand , else he had none . Their only cellar was the neighbour brook : None did for better care , for better look . Was then no plaining of the brewer's ' scape , Nor greedy vintner mix'd the stained grape . The king's pavilion was the ...
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... hand upon his dagger's side , And picks his glutted teeth since late noontide ? ' Tis Ruffio : Trow'st thou where he dined to - day ? In sooth I saw him sit with Duke Humphray . Many good welcomes , and much gratis cheer , Keeps he for ...
... hand upon his dagger's side , And picks his glutted teeth since late noontide ? ' Tis Ruffio : Trow'st thou where he dined to - day ? In sooth I saw him sit with Duke Humphray . Many good welcomes , and much gratis cheer , Keeps he for ...
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... hand or eye , Hovering round thee , let it fly : 2 Let it fly as unconfined As its ravisher , the wind , Who has left his darling east , To wanton o'er this spicy nest . 3 Every tress must be confess'd But neatly tangled at the best ...
... hand or eye , Hovering round thee , let it fly : 2 Let it fly as unconfined As its ravisher , the wind , Who has left his darling east , To wanton o'er this spicy nest . 3 Every tress must be confess'd But neatly tangled at the best ...
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... hand to hand , from breast to lip , And all its rest confoundeth . 4 Then as a top he sets it up , And pitifully whips it ; Sometimes he clothes it gay and fine , Then straight again he strips it . 5 He cover'd it with false belief ...
... hand to hand , from breast to lip , And all its rest confoundeth . 4 Then as a top he sets it up , And pitifully whips it ; Sometimes he clothes it gay and fine , Then straight again he strips it . 5 He cover'd it with false belief ...
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Page 267 - I saw eternity the other night Like a great ring of pure and endless light, All calm as it was bright; And round beneath it, time in hours, days, years, Driv'n by the spheres, Like a vast shadow moved, in which the world And all her train were hurled...
Page 184 - Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade. Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside...
Page 36 - Get up, get up for shame ! the blooming morn Upon her wings presents the god unshorn. See how Aurora throws her fair Fresh-quilted colours through the air: Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree. Each flower has wept, and bow'd toward the east. Above an hour since ; yet you not drest, Nay ! not so much as out of bed ? When all the birds have matins said, And sung their thankful hymns : 'tis sin, Nay, profanation, to keep in, — Whenas a thousand virgins on this day,...
Page 25 - Ah BEN! Say how, or when Shall we thy guests Meet at those lyric feasts, Made at the Sun, The Dog, the Triple Tun ? Where we such clusters had, As made us nobly wild, not mad ; And yet each verse of thine Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.
Page 36 - Come, my Corinna, come; and, coming, mark How each field turns a street, each street a park Made green and trimm'd with trees: see how Devotion gives each house a bough Or branch: each porch, each door, ere this An ark, a tabernacle is, Made up of white-thorn neatly interwove; As if here were those cooler shades of love.
Page 37 - As if here were those cooler shades of love. Can such delights be in the street, And open fields, and we not...
Page 183 - Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, And Innocence, thy sister dear? Mistaken long, I sought you then In busy companies of men: Your sacred plants, if here below, Only among the plants will grow; Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So amorous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress
Page 26 - GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time...
Page 117 - Think what with them they would do That without them dare to woo ; And unless that mind I see, What care I how great she be ? Great, or good, or kind, or fair, I will ne'er the more despair: If she love me, this believe, I will die ere she shall grieve...
Page 183 - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.