English Lyric Poetry, 1500-1700Frederic Ives Carpenter Blackie & son, limited, 1897 - 276 sider |
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... kisses , and the easy admonition to seize the passing hour ; until lastly all these themes in their turn give place to others of deeper and more sombre meaning . But in the earlier Elizabethan poetry at least we discover proof that the ...
... kisses , and the easy admonition to seize the passing hour ; until lastly all these themes in their turn give place to others of deeper and more sombre meaning . But in the earlier Elizabethan poetry at least we discover proof that the ...
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... 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 gentlenesse , Into a bitter fashion of forsaking ; And I have leave to go of her goodnesse ; And ...
... 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 gentlenesse , Into a bitter fashion of forsaking ; And I have leave to go of her goodnesse ; And ...
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... kiss . ETERNAL LOVE . LEAVE me , O Love , which reachest but to dust ; And thou , my mind , aspire to higher things ; Grow rich in that which never taketh rust ; Whatever fades , but fading pleasure brings . Draw in thy beams , and ...
... kiss . ETERNAL LOVE . LEAVE me , O Love , which reachest but to dust ; And thou , my mind , aspire to higher things ; Grow rich in that which never taketh rust ; Whatever fades , but fading pleasure brings . Draw in thy beams , and ...
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... kisses - Cupid paid . He stakes his quiver , bow , and arrows , His mother's doves and team of sparrows : Loses them too ; then down he throws The coral of his lip , the rose Growing on's cheek ( but none knows how ) ; 50 ENGLISH LYRIC ...
... kisses - Cupid paid . He stakes his quiver , bow , and arrows , His mother's doves and team of sparrows : Loses them too ; then down he throws The coral of his lip , the rose Growing on's cheek ( but none knows how ) ; 50 ENGLISH LYRIC ...
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... Kiss Endymion , kiss his eyes , Then to our midnight heydeguyes . ROBERT GREENE . ( 1560 ? -1592 . ) Greene's 52 ENGLISH LYRIC POETRY . Fairy Revels,
... Kiss Endymion , kiss his eyes , Then to our midnight heydeguyes . ROBERT GREENE . ( 1560 ? -1592 . ) Greene's 52 ENGLISH LYRIC POETRY . Fairy Revels,
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beauty beauty's Ben Jonson birds blessed bliss Book of Airs bower breath bright bring the day Campion Castara Chorus cuckoo dance dear death delight divine Donne dost doth E. K. Chambers earth echo ring edited Elizabethan England's Helicon English EPITHALAMIUM eyes fair fairy fear flowers gentle golden golden slumbers grace green Grosart grove H. F. Lyte happy hath hear heart heaven heavenly honour Hymen HYMN Jonson king kiss Laius leave light live look Lord Love's lovers Lullaby lyric lyric poetry Madrigals Masque merry mind ne'er never night nightingale nymphs o'er pleasure Poems poetic poetry Poets praise queen reprinted ROBERT DAVENPORT roses shepherd shine sigh sing sleep smile song SONNET sorrow soul spring stars Sweet Phosphor Sweet Spirit sweetly tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast Trilla unto verse W. C. Ward wanton weep Whilst wind youth
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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.