The Golden Pomp: A Procession of English Lyrics from Surrey to ShirleyArthur Quiller-Couch Methuen, 1895 - 382 sider |
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Side vii
... already trembling with the dawn of Milton . The lyrics in this volume are flowers of the first and incomparably brighter of these two creative days ; and at the risk of failing to follow it quite to its close I have stopped short.
... already trembling with the dawn of Milton . The lyrics in this volume are flowers of the first and incomparably brighter of these two creative days ; and at the risk of failing to follow it quite to its close I have stopped short.
Side ix
... volumes of Lyrics from the Elizabethan Song - Books , ' apparent to the initiated on every third or fourth page , is acknowledged from time to time in the Notes : to acknowledge it every- where was impossible . To Dr. Grosart I am ...
... volumes of Lyrics from the Elizabethan Song - Books , ' apparent to the initiated on every third or fourth page , is acknowledged from time to time in the Notes : to acknowledge it every- where was impossible . To Dr. Grosart I am ...
Side 120
... volumes I may write And fill the world with envied books : Which when after - ages view , All shall wonder and despair , — Woman to find a man so true , Or man a woman half so fair . T. Campion . CXXII A PRAISE OF HIS LADY GIVE place ...
... volumes I may write And fill the world with envied books : Which when after - ages view , All shall wonder and despair , — Woman to find a man so true , Or man a woman half so fair . T. Campion . CXXII A PRAISE OF HIS LADY GIVE place ...
Side 344
... volumes between 1583 and 1601 . The two stanzas here given as a complete lyric are taken from a poem of eight stanzas , to be found in Mr. Bullen's Poems from Elizabethan Romances . ( Nimmo : 1890. ) NOTES CLVII 345 Page 145 - Though ...
... volumes between 1583 and 1601 . The two stanzas here given as a complete lyric are taken from a poem of eight stanzas , to be found in Mr. Bullen's Poems from Elizabethan Romances . ( Nimmo : 1890. ) NOTES CLVII 345 Page 145 - Though ...
Side 373
... volume , which we World do name On a day - alack the day ! On a fair morning as I came by the way On a time the amorous Silvy . One day I wrote her name upon the strand Open the door ! Who's there within ?. Orpheus with his lute made ...
... volume , which we World do name On a day - alack the day ! On a fair morning as I came by the way On a time the amorous Silvy . One day I wrote her name upon the strand Open the door ! Who's there within ?. Orpheus with his lute made ...
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The Golden Pomp: A Procession of English Lyrics from Surrey to Shirley Arthur Quiller-Couch Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1895 |
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Side 116 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights ; Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Side 22 - When daisies pied, and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds, of yellow hue, Do paint the meadows with delight ; The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he :Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Side 199 - How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What old December's bareness everywhere! And yet this time removed was summer's time; The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, Bearing the wanton burden of the prime, Like widow'd wombs after their lords...
Side 275 - A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.
Side 142 - 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 245 - And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white, When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard, Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake And die as fast as they see others grow ; And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
Side 41 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, — In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy love.
Side 245 - 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 105 - As it fell upon a day, In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made...
Side 172 - 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. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...