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... Wood , " with much ado to his " dying day . " The same writer adds , " He was an exact " mathematician , a curious calculator of nativities , a gene- “ ral - read scholar , a thro ' - paced philologist , and one that " understood the ...
... Wood , " with much ado to his " dying day . " The same writer adds , " He was an exact " mathematician , a curious calculator of nativities , a gene- “ ral - read scholar , a thro ' - paced philologist , and one that " understood the ...
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... melancholy . When to myself I act , and smile , With pleasing thoughts the time beguile , By a brook - side , or wood so green , Unheard , unsought - for , or unseen , A thousand pleasures do me bless , And crown my ROBERT BURTON 9.
... melancholy . When to myself I act , and smile , With pleasing thoughts the time beguile , By a brook - side , or wood so green , Unheard , unsought - for , or unseen , A thousand pleasures do me bless , And crown my ROBERT BURTON 9.
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... Wood , in Corpus Christi College ; and in 1610 began his travels into the East , of which he published an account on his return : a work much esteemed , having passed through many editions since the first in 1615. Wood says he was 66 an ...
... Wood , in Corpus Christi College ; and in 1610 began his travels into the East , of which he published an account on his return : a work much esteemed , having passed through many editions since the first in 1615. Wood says he was 66 an ...
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... woods , floods , and springs , I shall them only show . Ah ! unaffected lines , True models of my heart ! The world may see that in you shines The power of passion , more than art . WILLIAM HERBERT , EARL OF PEMBROKE . The character of ...
... woods , floods , and springs , I shall them only show . Ah ! unaffected lines , True models of my heart ! The world may see that in you shines The power of passion , more than art . WILLIAM HERBERT , EARL OF PEMBROKE . The character of ...
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... Wood , " wrote several poems , and made other transla- tions . " WALKING in a shadowy grove , Near silver streams fair gliding , Where trees in ranks did grace those banks , And nymphs had their abiding ; Here as I staid , I saw a maid ...
... Wood , " wrote several poems , and made other transla- tions . " WALKING in a shadowy grove , Near silver streams fair gliding , Where trees in ranks did grace those banks , And nymphs had their abiding ; Here as I staid , I saw a maid ...
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Page 250 - Her finger was so small, the ring Would not stay on which they did bring, It was too wide a peck : And to say truth, for out it must, ' It look'd like the great collar, just, About our young colt's neck. Her feet beneath her petticoat, Like little mice stole in and out, As if they fear'd the light : But oh ! she dances such a way — No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
Page 69 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Page 277 - PRISON WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Page 194 - 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...
Page 126 - But Time did beckon to the flowers, and they By noon most cunningly did steal away, And wither'd in my hand. My hand was next to them, and then my heart ; I took, without more thinking, in good part Time's gentle admonition ; Who did so sweetly death's sad taste convey, Making my mind to smell my fatal day, Yet sugaring the suspicion.
Page 290 - But should I now to you relate The strength and riches of their state, The powder, patches, and the pins, The ribbons, jewels, and the rings, The lace, the paint, and warlike things That make up all their magazines : If I should tell the politic arts To take and keep men's hearts ; The letters, embassies, and spies, The frowns, and smiles, and flatteries, The quarrels, tears, and perjuries, Numberless, nameless mysteries...
Page 85 - 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! If she slight me, when I woo, I can scorn, and let her go! For if she be not for me, What care I for whom she be?
Page 222 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Page 73 - And Phoebus in his chair Ensaffroning sea and air Makes vanish every star: Night like a drunkard reels Beyond the hills to shun his flaming wheels: The fields...
Page 56 - See, see the flowers that below Now as fresh as morning blow, And of all the virgin rose That as bright Aurora shows, How they all unleaved die Losing their virginity : Like unto a summer shade, But now born and now they fade.