English Lyric Poetry, 1500-1700Frederic Ives Carpenter Blackie & son, limited, 1897 - 276 sider |
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... fall under the species Epic or Drama , or any of their allied forms . Vagueness of connotation has attached to the term , also , from the implicit acceptance by some modern writers of the lyric form and mood as the poetic form and mood ...
... fall under the species Epic or Drama , or any of their allied forms . Vagueness of connotation has attached to the term , also , from the implicit acceptance by some modern writers of the lyric form and mood as the poetic form and mood ...
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... falls into three principal classes : the religious lyric , produced under strict Latin and ecclesiastical influence ; the political songs , best exemplified in the poems of Laurence Minot , which are racy and original enough in matter ...
... falls into three principal classes : the religious lyric , produced under strict Latin and ecclesiastical influence ; the political songs , best exemplified in the poems of Laurence Minot , which are racy and original enough in matter ...
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... fall partly within the same period , but their lyric manner , as well as in a less degree also the lyric manner of Shakespeare , Chapman , and Daniel , points rather to the special style of the lyric of the Jacobean period , and is ...
... fall partly within the same period , but their lyric manner , as well as in a less degree also the lyric manner of Shakespeare , Chapman , and Daniel , points rather to the special style of the lyric of the Jacobean period , and is ...
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... fall And she me caught in her armes long and small2 , And therewithal , so sweetly did me kiss , And softly said , ' Dear heart , how like you this ? ' It was no dream ; for I lay broad awaking : But all is turned now through my ...
... fall And she me caught in her armes long and small2 , And therewithal , so sweetly did me kiss , And softly said , ' Dear heart , how like you this ? ' It was no dream ; for I lay broad awaking : But all is turned now through my ...
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... fall away , Leaving behind them nought but grief of mind , And mocking such as think they long will stay . I hate the heaven , because it doth withhold Me from my love , and eke my love from me ; I hate the earth , because it is the ...
... fall away , Leaving behind them nought but grief of mind , And mocking such as think they long will stay . I hate the heaven , because it doth withhold Me from my love , and eke my love from me ; I hate the earth , because it is the ...
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Side 83 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Side 211 - The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry; For, having lost but...
Side 147 - 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...
Side 86 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Side 230 - 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.
Side 84 - Fear no more the frown o' the great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Side 223 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things : There is no armour against Fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Side 89 - To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers...
Side 232 - Of fleeting things, so certain to be lost. Clouds of affection from our younger eyes Conceal that emptiness which age descries. The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that Time hath made...
Side 194 - 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 thce with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.