English Lyric Poetry, 1500-1700Frederic Ives Carpenter Blackie & son, limited, 1897 - 276 sider |
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... unto the lamp of light : Go , heart , do service and honour ; Go , heart , and serve him day and night ; Go , heart , unto thy Saviour . Go , heart , to thy only remede , Descending from the heavenly tour , Thee to deliver from pain and ...
... unto the lamp of light : Go , heart , do service and honour ; Go , heart , and serve him day and night ; Go , heart , unto thy Saviour . Go , heart , to thy only remede , Descending from the heavenly tour , Thee to deliver from pain and ...
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... unto his wished home in haste , And meets a flood that doth his passage stay , Is not great grace to help him over past , Or free his feet that in the mire stick fast ? Most envious man , that grieves at neighbour's good , And fond ...
... unto his wished home in haste , And meets a flood that doth his passage stay , Is not great grace to help him over past , Or free his feet that in the mire stick fast ? Most envious man , that grieves at neighbour's good , And fond ...
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... unto the Maker near ; No eyes but joys , in which all powers conspire , That to the world naught else be counted dear ; Through your bright beams doth not the blinded guest Shoot out his darts to base affections wound ; But Angels come ...
... unto the Maker near ; No eyes but joys , in which all powers conspire , That to the world naught else be counted dear ; Through your bright beams doth not the blinded guest Shoot out his darts to base affections wound ; But Angels come ...
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... unto your lovers ' blissful bower , Joy may you have , and gentle hearts ' content Of your love's couplement ; And let fair Venus , that is queen of love , With her heart - quelling son upon you smile , Whose smile , they say , hath ...
... unto your lovers ' blissful bower , Joy may you have , and gentle hearts ' content Of your love's couplement ; And let fair Venus , that is queen of love , With her heart - quelling son upon you smile , Whose smile , they say , hath ...
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... unto myself alone will sing ; The woods shall to me answer , and my echo ring . Early , before the world's light - giving lamp His golden beam upon the hills doth spread , Having dispersed the night's uncheerful damp , Do ye awake , and ...
... unto myself alone will sing ; The woods shall to me answer , and my echo ring . Early , before the world's light - giving lamp His golden beam upon the hills doth spread , Having dispersed the night's uncheerful damp , Do ye awake , and ...
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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.