English Lyric Poetry, 1500-1700Frederic Ives Carpenter Blackie & son, limited, 1897 - 276 sider |
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... Leave me not , JOHN WILMOTT : see Rochester , Earl of . GEORGE WITHER- The Author's Resolution in a Sonnet , The Flower of Virtue , · · ΙΟ II 198 199 SIR HENRY WOTTON- The Character of a Happy Life , 149 On his Mistress , the Queen of ...
... Leave me not , JOHN WILMOTT : see Rochester , Earl of . GEORGE WITHER- The Author's Resolution in a Sonnet , The Flower of Virtue , · · ΙΟ II 198 199 SIR HENRY WOTTON- The Character of a Happy Life , 149 On his Mistress , the Queen of ...
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... not hardened into thought . " The apothecaries " , writes Thomas Campion in the preface to his Fourth Book of Airs , " have Books of Gold , whose leaves , being opened , are so light as that they are xl SONG - LYRICS . THOMAS CAMPION-
... not hardened into thought . " The apothecaries " , writes Thomas Campion in the preface to his Fourth Book of Airs , " have Books of Gold , whose leaves , being opened , are so light as that they are xl SONG - LYRICS . THOMAS CAMPION-
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... Leave me , O Love , which reachest but to dust . After this the way is open to all comers , and the full choir of song is heard in the land . In this choir are many notes and many voices : Of Minor the delicate melody of Lyly , perfect ...
... Leave me , O Love , which reachest but to dust . After this the way is open to all comers , and the full choir of song is heard in the land . In this choir are many notes and many voices : Of Minor the delicate melody of Lyly , perfect ...
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... leaves the metres and con- ventions of the lyric substantially untouched ; it has the more fatal effect , however , of restraining and finally of superseding that impulse to free , inspired , and personal poetic utterance which is the ...
... leaves the metres and con- ventions of the lyric substantially untouched ; it has the more fatal effect , however , of restraining and finally of superseding that impulse to free , inspired , and personal poetic utterance which is the ...
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... leave me thus ? AND Say nay ! say nay ! for shame ! To save thee from the blame Of all my grief and grame ?. And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay ! say nay ! And wilt thou leave me thus ? That hath lov'd thee so long ? In wealth and ...
... leave me thus ? AND Say nay ! say nay ! for shame ! To save thee from the blame Of all my grief and grame ?. And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay ! say nay ! And wilt thou leave me thus ? That hath lov'd thee so long ? In wealth and ...
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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.