Chaucer to BurnsWilliam James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard C. Scribner's Sons, 1883 |
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Side 28
... breathing Zephyrus did softly play , A gentle spirit that lightly did delay Hot Titan's beams , which then did glister fair , When I ( whom sullen care- Through discontent of my long fruitless stay In Prince's Court and expectation vain ...
... breathing Zephyrus did softly play , A gentle spirit that lightly did delay Hot Titan's beams , which then did glister fair , When I ( whom sullen care- Through discontent of my long fruitless stay In Prince's Court and expectation vain ...
Side 58
... breath most sweet With choicest words , thy words with reasons rare , Thy reasons firmly set on virtue's feet , Labour to kill in me this killing care , O , think I then , what paradise of joy It is so fair a Virtue to enjoy ! Stella ...
... breath most sweet With choicest words , thy words with reasons rare , Thy reasons firmly set on virtue's feet , Labour to kill in me this killing care , O , think I then , what paradise of joy It is so fair a Virtue to enjoy ! Stella ...
Side 60
... breathe not love to every one , Nor do not use set colours for to wear , Nor nourish special locks of vowed hair , Nor give each speech a full point of a groan , The courtly nymphs , acquainted with the moan Of them who in their lips ...
... breathe not love to every one , Nor do not use set colours for to wear , Nor nourish special locks of vowed hair , Nor give each speech a full point of a groan , The courtly nymphs , acquainted with the moan Of them who in their lips ...
Side 63
... breath , her speech , or that her dainty kiss : And ( sure ) of all the kiss best liked me . For that it was which did revive my heart , Oppress'd and almost dead with daily smart . JEALOUS OF GANYMEDE . This latter night , amidst my ...
... breath , her speech , or that her dainty kiss : And ( sure ) of all the kiss best liked me . For that it was which did revive my heart , Oppress'd and almost dead with daily smart . JEALOUS OF GANYMEDE . This latter night , amidst my ...
Side 65
... breath to life might move me . Diaphenia , like to all things blessed When all thy praises are expressed , Dear Joy ! how I do love thee : As the birds do love the Spring , Or the bees their careful king : Then in requite , sweet Virgin ...
... breath to life might move me . Diaphenia , like to all things blessed When all thy praises are expressed , Dear Joy ! how I do love thee : As the birds do love the Spring , Or the bees their careful king : Then in requite , sweet Virgin ...
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Ae fond kiss Æneid beauty bel ami BEN JONSON birds bless'd blushing bonnie breast breath bright Cædmon Chaucer cheeks CLORINDA Corydon crown Cuckoo dear death delight divine dost doth earth eyes fair fate fear fire flame flowers FRANCIS DAVISON GILES FLETCHER glory golden grace grief hair hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly Heigh hither JEAN ELLIOT joys King kiss Lady light lilies lips live look Love is dead Love's lovers Lycidas lyre Maid melancholy merry mind Mistress Muse N'oserez-vous ne'er never night nonny nought numbers Nymphs o'er pity play pleasure poems poet praise Queen RICHARD BROME roses shade shepherds shine sigh sight sing sleep smile song sonnets sorrow soul Spring stars stay sweet tears Tell thine thing thou art thought Tottel's Miscellany true love unto verse voice weep wind wings woods wooing o't wrote
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Side 225 - Going to the Wars TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True; a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Side 106 - Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! &c.
Side 262 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame...
Side 104 - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Side 200 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips, and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Side 288 - ... eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire ? And what shoulder and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And, when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand and what dread feet? What the hammer? What the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? What dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears, And water'd heaven with...
Side 111 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Side 129 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Side 110 - Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall out-live this powerful rhyme ; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory.
Side 278 - Toll for the brave! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock; She sprang no fatal leak, She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.