The Spencer Anthology: 1548-1591 A. D.Edward Arber H. Frowde, 1899 - 312 sider |
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Side 205
... STELLA's kiss . COME , Sleep ! O Sleep , the certain knot of peace , The baiting - place of wit , the balm of woe , The poor man's wealth , the prisoner's release , Th ' indifferent judge between the high and low ; With shield of proof ...
... STELLA's kiss . COME , Sleep ! O Sleep , the certain knot of peace , The baiting - place of wit , the balm of woe , The poor man's wealth , the prisoner's release , Th ' indifferent judge between the high and low ; With shield of proof ...
Side 209
... STELLA looked on ! and , from her heavenly face , Sent forth the beams which made so fair my race . BECAUSE I breathe not love to every one , Nor do not use set colours for to wear , Nor nourish special locks of vowèd hair , Nor give ...
... STELLA looked on ! and , from her heavenly face , Sent forth the beams which made so fair my race . BECAUSE I breathe not love to every one , Nor do not use set colours for to wear , Nor nourish special locks of vowèd hair , Nor give ...
Side 210
... STELLA's sake ! SWEET kiss ! thy sweets I fain would sweetly endite ; Which e'en of sweetness sweetest sweet'ner art . Pleasing'st consort where each sense holds a part ; Which coupling doves guide VENUS ' chariot right . Blessed charge ...
... STELLA's sake ! SWEET kiss ! thy sweets I fain would sweetly endite ; Which e'en of sweetness sweetest sweet'ner art . Pleasing'st consort where each sense holds a part ; Which coupling doves guide VENUS ' chariot right . Blessed charge ...
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... STELLA ! the fullness of my thoughts of thee Cannot be stayed within my panting breast ; But they do swell and struggle forth of me Till that , in words , thy figure be exprest . And yet as soon as they so formèd be , According to my ...
... STELLA ! the fullness of my thoughts of thee Cannot be stayed within my panting breast ; But they do swell and struggle forth of me Till that , in words , thy figure be exprest . And yet as soon as they so formèd be , According to my ...
Side 212
... STELLA Sweet , Did for mutual comfort meet ; Both within themselves oppressed , But each in the other blessed . Him great harms had taught much care , Her fair neck a foul yoke bare ; But her sight , his cares did banish ! In his sight ...
... STELLA Sweet , Did for mutual comfort meet ; Both within themselves oppressed , But each in the other blessed . Him great harms had taught much care , Her fair neck a foul yoke bare ; But her sight , his cares did banish ! In his sight ...
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ANON Arcadia ASTREA Astrophel and Stella Beauty bel ami bliss Bodleian Library bonny Lass breast CARMELA cheer CORIDON Crown 8vo CUPID CYCLOPS dainty dear death delight desire didst disdain dost doth earth Edited Extra fcap eyes face Faery Queen fair Fancy fear fire flowers FORTUNE gold golden grace GREENE GREENSLEEVES grief hair hand hath heart Heaven heavenly Heigh-ho honour India Paper JOVE King kiss Lady Lass live looks Love's Lovers Maid MARY AMBREE MELAMPUS mind N'oserez N'oserez vous never nought Nymph pain PHILLIS pity plain play poor praise Prince Queen quoth rest Roister Doister ROSADER ROSALYNDE scorn Shepherd shew SIDNEY sighs sight sing Six Court Comedies sleep smile SONG sorrow Swain tears thee THENOT THEOCRITUS thine thing thou art thou wouldst thought thy love unto VENUS W. W. SKEAT wanton weep wight wouldst not love youth
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Side 270 - Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet : Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye?
Side 229 - Some have too much, yet still do crave; I little have, and seek no more. They are but poor, though much they have, And I am rich with little store: They poor, I rich; they beg, I give; They lack, I leave; they pine, I live.
Side 22 - AND is there care in heaven ? and is there love In heavenly spirits to these creatures base, That may compassion of their evils move ? There is...
Side 208 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies ; How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries...
Side 135 - I stuff my skin so full within Of jolly good ale and old. Back and side go bare, go bare; Both foot and hand go cold; But, belly, God send thee good ale enough.. Whether it be new or old!
Side 284 - Queen ; At whose approach the soul of Petrarch wept, And from thenceforth those graces were not seen, For they this Queen attended ; in whose stead Oblivion laid him down on Laura's hearse.
Side 206 - My true love hath my heart, and I have his. His heart in me keeps him and me in one, My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides: He loves my heart, for once it was his own, I cherish his because in me it bides: My true love hath my heart, and I have his.
Side 243 - Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content ; The quiet mind is richer than a crown ; Sweet are the nights in careless slumber spent ; The poor estate scorns fortune's angry frown : Such sweet content, such minds, such sleep, such bliss, Beggars enjoy, when princes oft do miss. The homely house that harbours quiet rest ; The cottage that affords no pride nor care ; The mean that 'grees with country music best ; The sweet consort of mirth and music's fare ; Obscured life sets down a type of bliss...
Side 271 - I'll make you fast it for your sin, I'll count your power not worth a pin: Alas, what hereby shall I win, If he gainsay me ? What if I beat the wanton boy With many a rod ? He will repay me with annoy, Because a god. Then sit thou safely on my knee, And let thy bower my bosom be, Lurk in mine eyes, I like of thee; O Cupid, so thou pity me, Spare not, but play thee.
Side 270 - I sleep then percheth he With pretty flight, And makes his pillow of my knee The livelong night. Strike I my lute, he tunes the string ; He music plays if so I sing ; He lends me every lovely thing ; Yet cruel he my heart doth sting : Whist wanton, still ye...