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Página xv - They are tender, pathetic, and poetical; and place our old poet Gower in a more advantageous point of view than that in which he has hitherto been usually seen. I know not if any even among the French poets themselves, of this period, have left a set of more finished sonnets : for they were probably written when Gower was a young man, about the year 1350. Nor had yet any English poet treated the passion of love with equal delicacy of sentiment, and elegance of composition.
Página 483 - Have won the haven within my head: With lullaby then youth be still, With lullaby content thy will, Since courage quails, and comes behind, Go sleep, and so beguile thy mind. Next lullaby my gazing eyes, Which wonted were to glance apace. For every glass may now suffice...
Página 327 - Bright is her hue, and Geraldine she hight; Hampton me taught to wish her first for mine, And Windsor, alas, doth chase me from her sight. Her beauty, of kind; her virtues, from above; Happy is he that can obtain her love.
Página 380 - LOVE. FAREWELL, Love, and all thy laws for ever ; Thy baited hooks shall tangle me no more : Senec, and Plato, call me from thy lore, To perfect wealth, my wit for to endeavour...
Página 378 - Now cease, my lute, this is the last Labour, that thou and I shall waste; And ended is that we begun : Now is this song both sung and past; My lute, be still, for I have done.
Página 345 - From me catif, alas ! bereaved was Creusa then, my spouse, I wot not how ; Whether by fate, or missing of the way, Or that she was by weariness...
Página 321 - It is also worthy of notice, that while all bis biographers send him to Italy to study its poetry, Mr. Warton finds nothing in his works of that metaphysical cast which marks the Italian poets, his supposed masters, especially Petrarch. " Surrey's sentiments are for the most part natural and unaffected, arising from his own feelings, and dictated by the present circumstances: his poetry is alike unembarrassed by learned allusions, or elaborate conceits.
Página 278 - Endlesse to dwel With the deuill of hel For and he were there We nead neuer feare Of the feendes blacke For I undertake He wold so brag and crake That he wold than make The deuils to quake To shudder and to shake Lyke a fier drake And with a cole rake Bruse them on a brake...
Página 328 - Vow to loue faithfully, howsoeuer he be rewarded. SEt me whereas the sunne doth parche the grene. Or where his beames do not dissolue the yse : In temperate heate where he is felt and sene : In presence prest of people madde or wise. Set me in hye, or yet in lowe degree : In longest night, or in the shortest daye : In clearest skye, or where clowdes thickest be : In lusty youth, or when my heeres are graye. Set me in heauen, in earth, or els in hell, In hyll, or dale, or in the...