The poems of sir Walter Raleigh collected and authenticated with those of sir Henry Wotton and other courtly poets from 1540 to 1650, ed. with an intr. and notes by J. Hannah, Oplag 830 |
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Side xviii
... leave it , who first gave it me , And I her gave , and she returned again , As it was hers ; so let His mercies be Of my last comforts the essential mean . But be it so or not , the effects are past ; Her love hath end ; my woe must ...
... leave it , who first gave it me , And I her gave , and she returned again , As it was hers ; so let His mercies be Of my last comforts the essential mean . But be it so or not , the effects are past ; Her love hath end ; my woe must ...
Side xxii
... wonder of her beams bright , My senses lulled are in slumber of delight . " But let that same delicious poet lend A little leave unto a rustic Muse To sing his mistress ' praise ; and let him xxii EXTRACTS ON RALEIGH'S Edmund Spenser.
... wonder of her beams bright , My senses lulled are in slumber of delight . " But let that same delicious poet lend A little leave unto a rustic Muse To sing his mistress ' praise ; and let him xxii EXTRACTS ON RALEIGH'S Edmund Spenser.
Side xxix
... leave of life ? If here , How could'st thou be so free from fear ? But sure thou diedst , and quittedst the state Of flesh and blood before that fate : Else what a miracle were wrought , - To triumph both in life and thought ! I saw in ...
... leave of life ? If here , How could'st thou be so free from fear ? But sure thou diedst , and quittedst the state Of flesh and blood before that fate : Else what a miracle were wrought , - To triumph both in life and thought ! I saw in ...
Side 10
... leaves of myrtle ; A gown made of the finest wool Which from our pretty lambs we pull ; Fair - lined slippers for the cold , With buckles of the purest gold ; Dyce's " Marlowe , " iii . 299. An imperfect copy was printed in the ...
... leaves of myrtle ; A gown made of the finest wool Which from our pretty lambs we pull ; Fair - lined slippers for the cold , With buckles of the purest gold ; Dyce's " Marlowe , " iii . 299. An imperfect copy was printed in the ...
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... leaves to fall ; 1 Signed W. R. , like the last piece , in " Le Prince d'Amour , " 1660 , p . 133 ; and therefore accepted by Oldys and the ( x- ford editors , viii . 731. There is an anonymous copy in MS . Rawl . Poet . 85 , fol . 116 ...
... leaves to fall ; 1 Signed W. R. , like the last piece , in " Le Prince d'Amour , " 1660 , p . 133 ; and therefore accepted by Oldys and the ( x- ford editors , viii . 731. There is an anonymous copy in MS . Rawl . Poet . 85 , fol . 116 ...
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Æneid ALBERTUS MORTON anonymous copy Arthur Gorges ascribed Ashm authority beauty bliss BOOK born Collier conceit Corythus Davison's Davison's Poetical Rhapsody dear death delight desire despair didst doth Dyer Earl earth edit England's Helicon epitaph eyes fair faith fame fancy fear fordone Fortune's George Sandys glory grace grave grief Harl hast hath heart heaven hope Hoskins Ignoto John Heywood king light live Lord Vaux love's Malone mind moan Montrose Muse never night nought Oldys Ovid Oxford editors pain piece poem Poet praise prince printed Queen Raleigh by Brydges Rawl rest scorn seas Sidney sighs signature Sir Edward Dyer Sir Philip Sidney Sir Walter Raleigh Sonnets sorrow soul Spenser stanza sweet Tann tears Tell thee Thine Thomas Lodge thou thoughts unto verses verso VIII virtue words Wotton wounds youth
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Side 52 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with age and dust ; Who in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust.
Side 131 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies ; How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries...
Side 10 - A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten: In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.
Side 91 - You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light ; You common people of the skies ; What are you when the moon shall rise?
Side 86 - ... eclipse and glory of her kind? CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE How happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought And simple truth his utmost skill ! Whose passions not his masters are, Whose soul is still prepared for death, Not tied unto the world with care Of public fame, or private breath...
Side 22 - Say to the court it glows And shines like rotten wood; Say to the church, it shows What's good, and doth no good: If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie. Tell potentates, they live Acting by others' action, Not lov'd unless they give, Not strong but by affection: If potentates reply, Give potentates the lie.
Side 25 - GiVE me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet ! My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage ! And thus I'll take my Pilgrimage!
Side 23 - Then give them all the lie. Tell zeal it lacks devotion, Tell love it is but lust, Tell time it is but motion. Tell flesh it is but dust; And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie.
Side 6 - Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay, Within that temple where the vestal flame Was wont to burn ; and passing by that way, To see that buried dust of living fame, Whose tomb fair Love and fairer Virtue kept, All suddenly I saw the Faery Queen, At whose approach the soul of Petrarch wept...
Side 120 - The rocks do not so cruelly Repulse the waves continually, As she my suit and affection: So that I am past remedy; Whereby my lute and I have done.