Select Works of the British Poets: In a Chronological Series from Ben Jonson to BeattieJ. Whetham & Son, 1841 - 807 pages |
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... coursers ' feet : The greedy sight might there devour the gold Of glittering arms , too dazzling to behold : And polish'd steel that cast the view aside , And crested morions , with their plumy pride . Knights , with a long retinue of ...
... coursers ' feet : The greedy sight might there devour the gold Of glittering arms , too dazzling to behold : And polish'd steel that cast the view aside , And crested morions , with their plumy pride . Knights , with a long retinue of ...
Page 175
... Coursers with coursers justling , men with men : As laboring in eclipse , awhile they stay , Till the next blast of wind restores the day . They look anew the beauteous form of fight Is chang'd , and war appears a grisly sight . Two ...
... Coursers with coursers justling , men with men : As laboring in eclipse , awhile they stay , Till the next blast of wind restores the day . They look anew the beauteous form of fight Is chang'd , and war appears a grisly sight . Two ...
Page 200
... coursers , and the soldiers ' cry , And sounding trumps that seem'd to tear the sky : I saw soon after this , behind the grove From whence the ladies did in order move , Come issuing out in arms a warrior train , That like a deluge pour ...
... coursers , and the soldiers ' cry , And sounding trumps that seem'd to tear the sky : I saw soon after this , behind the grove From whence the ladies did in order move , Come issuing out in arms a warrior train , That like a deluge pour ...
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... coursers : Horror thus , And wild Uproar , and Desolation , reign'd Unrespited . Ah ! who at length will end This long , pernicious fray ? what man has Fate Reserv'd for this great work ? -Hail , happy prince Of Tudor's race , whom in ...
... coursers : Horror thus , And wild Uproar , and Desolation , reign'd Unrespited . Ah ! who at length will end This long , pernicious fray ? what man has Fate Reserv'd for this great work ? -Hail , happy prince Of Tudor's race , whom in ...
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... coursers tore the silver reins , And the Sun's beamy ruin gilds the plains . If the pale walker pant with weakening ills , His sickly hand is stor'd with friendly bills : [ fame , From hence he learns the seventh - born doctor's From ...
... coursers tore the silver reins , And the Sun's beamy ruin gilds the plains . If the pale walker pant with weakening ills , His sickly hand is stor'd with friendly bills : [ fame , From hence he learns the seventh - born doctor's From ...
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Page 140 - Go, lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. 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...
Page 12 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold, In weeds of peace, high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend.
Page 12 - Gently o'er the accustom'd oak ; Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chantress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song ; And, missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way ; And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
Page 11 - To hear the lark begin his flight And singing startle the dull night From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweetbriar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
Page 356 - Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind ; His soul proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or milky way ; Yet simple nature to his hope has given, Behind the cloud topp'd hill, an humbler heaven...
Page 232 - The Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Page 358 - KNOW then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man. Placed on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise, and rudely great : With too much knowledge for the sceptic side, With too much weakness for the stoic's pride, He hangs between; in doubt to act, or rest; In doubt to deem himself a god, or beast...
Page 13 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth show, And every herb that sips the dew : Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Page 11 - 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 : — Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe ; And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain-nymph, sweet Liberty; And if I give thee honour due Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her, and live with...
Page 23 - Sing, heavenly Muse, that on the secret top Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire That shepherd, who first taught the chosen seed, In the beginning...