The Spenser of His Age: Being Selected Poetry from the Works of Phineas Fletcher. With an Introduction, Etc

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J. R. Totin, 1905 - 110 pages
 

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Page 39 - No empty hopes, no courtly fears him fright ; Nor begging wants his middle fortune bite ; But sweet content exiles both misery and spite. Instead of music, and base flattering tongues, Which wait to first salute my lord's uprise ; The cheerful lark wakes him with early songs, And birds...
Page 39 - His certain life, that never can deceive him, Is full of thousand sweets, and rich content; The smooth-leaved beeches in the field receive him With coolest shades, till...
Page 80 - That rocked in clouds they softly seemed to sleep. His rugged shield was like a rocky mould On which an anchor bit with surest hold, — ' I hold by being held
Page 34 - The cheerful lark, mounting from early bed, With sweet salutes awakes the drowsy light : The Earth she left, and up to Heav'n is fled ; There chants her Maker's praises out of sight.
Page 24 - Love is life's end (an end, but never ending), All joys, all sweets, all happiness, awarding ; Love is life's wealth (ne'er spent, but ever spending), More rich by giving, taking by discarding ; Love 's life's reward, rewarded in rewarding : Then, from thy wretched heart fond care remove.
Page 49 - Hardly the place of such antiquity, Or note of these great monarchies we find : Only a fading verbal memory, And empty name in writ is left behind : But when this second life and glory fades, And sinks at length in time's obscurer shades, A second fall succeeds, and double death invades.
Page 86 - A bed of lilies flower upon her cheek, And in the midst was set a circling rose ; Whose sweet aspect would force Narcissus seek New liveries, and fresher colours choose To deck his beauteous head in snowy 'tire ; But all in vain : for who can hope t' aspire To such a fair, which none attain, but all admire.
Page 43 - Moone, cold Vesper, and his crew Light up their tapers : to the Sunne they fly, And at his blazing flame their sparks renew. Oh why should earthly lights then scorne to tine Their lamps alone at that first Sunne divine?
Page 49 - Ah wretch, who with ambitious cares opprest, Long'st still for future, feel'st no present good: Despising to be better, would'st be best, Good never ; who wilt serve thy lusting mood, Yet all command : not he, who rais'd his crest, But pull'd it downe, hath high and firmely stood.
Page 47 - His bed of wool yields safe and quiet sleeps, While by his side his faithful spouse hath place : His little son into his bosom creeps, The lively picture of his father's face: Never his humble house or state torment him ; Less he could like, if less his God had sent him ; And when he dies, green turfs with grassy tomb content him...

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