The Complete Poems of Richard BarnfieldJ. B. Nichols and sons, 1876 - 243 sider |
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... whose faire eies Loue linckt with vertues been , In euerlasting Peace and Vnion . Which sweet Consort in her full well beseeme , Of Bounty , and of Beauty fairest Fayrie Queene . And XVII . And to conclude , the gifts in her 74 Cynthia .
... whose faire eies Loue linckt with vertues been , In euerlasting Peace and Vnion . Which sweet Consort in her full well beseeme , Of Bounty , and of Beauty fairest Fayrie Queene . And XVII . And to conclude , the gifts in her 74 Cynthia .
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... Bounty , fame vnto the Worlde imparts ; And with her glory , all the Worlde doeth fill : The Queene of Diamonds , she cannot bee ; There is but one , ELIZA , thou art shee.1 There was but one ; Eliza , thou wast shee ( 1605 ) . And And ...
... Bounty , fame vnto the Worlde imparts ; And with her glory , all the Worlde doeth fill : The Queene of Diamonds , she cannot bee ; There is but one , ELIZA , thou art shee.1 There was but one ; Eliza , thou wast shee ( 1605 ) . And And ...
Side 149
... Bounty , that when she sickned , cras'd and fainted , And when she left the earth had almost died ; Hoping with her , in heauen to haue bin sainted , And mongst the rest an Angels place supplyed : New This King hath cherisht , and his ...
... Bounty , that when she sickned , cras'd and fainted , And when she left the earth had almost died ; Hoping with her , in heauen to haue bin sainted , And mongst the rest an Angels place supplyed : New This King hath cherisht , and his ...
Side 156
... of spelling , as ' weep ' for weepe , ' bountie ' for ' bounty , ' & c . but it is not deemed necessary to record them either herein or in the remaining portions . - G . To his Worshipfull wel - willer , Mai- ster Edward 6 ...
... of spelling , as ' weep ' for weepe , ' bountie ' for ' bounty , ' & c . but it is not deemed necessary to record them either herein or in the remaining portions . - G . To his Worshipfull wel - willer , Mai- ster Edward 6 ...
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... Bounty is dead , the cause of my annoy ; Bounty is dead , and with her dide my ioy . O who can comfort my afflicted soule ? Or adde some ende to my increasing sorrowes ? Who can deliuer me from endlesse dole ? ( Which from my hart ...
... Bounty is dead , the cause of my annoy ; Bounty is dead , and with her dide my ioy . O who can comfort my afflicted soule ? Or adde some ende to my increasing sorrowes ? Who can deliuer me from endlesse dole ? ( Which from my hart ...
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99 Ibid aboue Affectionate Shepheard Barnabe Barnes Bounty Cassandra Collier Complaint of Poetrie Conscience Countrey cruell Cynthia Cyparissus Darlaston daughter Death diuine divers Humors doeth doth Edgmond edition Elizabeth Encomion of Lady England's Helicon Euen euery faire Pecunia Fame fell vpon Ganymede giue gold griefe hart hath haue heauenly Heauens Hockenhull Iohn Ioue Isham Item I give Jaggard John Spenser King Lady Pecunia lamented Lamport Hall leaue Liberalitie liue lou'd loue loue thee louely married minde mone moue Muse Musique neuer Night Norbury Passionate Pilgrim pittie poems Poet poore praise prayse proue Queene quoth Richard Barnfield Robert selfe Shakespeare shee Shropshire siluer sinne Skrymsher sonne Sonnet soule staind starre Stone Subiect Sunne sweet Teares thine thou art thou wilt title-page Venus Venus and Adonis Vertue vnder vnto vpon a day weepe Whilst wife wight
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Side xl - Lie not ; but let thy heart be true to God, Thy mouth to it, thy actions to them both : Cowards tell lies, and those that fear the rod ; The stormie working soul spits lies and froth.
Side 224 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell : It fell upon a little western flower, — Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, — And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Side 100 - My deare loue with louing so, (Whom as then I did not know.) Loue I did the fairest boy, That these fields did ere enioy. Loue I did, fair Qanymed ; ( Venus darling, beauties bed ; ) Him I thought the fairest creature ; Him the quintessence of Nature...
Side xxxvii - And Shakespeare thou, whose hony-flowing Vaine, (Pleasing the World) thy Praises doth obtaine. Whose Venus, and whose Lucrece (sweete, and chaste) Thy Name in fames immortall Booke have plac't. Live ever you, at least in Fame live ever: Well may the Bodye dye, but Fame dies never.
Side 189 - Fie, fie, fie" now would she cry; "Teru, teru," by and by: That to hear her so complain Scarce I could from tears refrain, For her griefs so lively shown Made me think upon mine own. — Ah, thought I, thou mourn'st in...
Side xxxvi - A mint as vertuous minde, Should I forget thy Learning or thy Loue ; Well might I be accounted but vnkinde, Whose pure affection I so oft did proue : Might my poore Plaints hard stones to pitty moue ; His losse should be lamented of each Creature, So great his Name, so gentle was his Nature.
Side 208 - My tale was heard and yet it was not told, My fruit is fallen and yet my leaves are green, My youth is spent and yet I am not old, I saw the world and yet I was not seen...
Side 7 - If it be sinne to loue a sweet-fac'd Boy, (Whose amber locks trust vp in golden tramels Dangle adowne his louely cheekes with ioy, When pearle and flowers his faire haire enamels) If it be sinne to loue a louely Lad; Oh then sinne I, for whom my soule is sad.
Side 187 - ... dear, whose heavenly touch Upon the lute doth ravish human sense ; Spenser to me, whose deep conceit is such As, passing all conceit, needs no defence. Thou lov'st to hear the sweet melodious sound That Phoebus...
Side xxxix - ... Babes are blessed in their Birth : Thinke on no worldly woe, lament thy sin ; (For lesser cease, when greater griefes begin). Sweare no vaine oathes ; heare much, but little say ; Speake ill of no man, tend thine owne affaires, Bridle thy wrath, thine angrie mood delay ; (So shall thy minde be seldome cloyd with cares :) Be milde and gentle in thy speech to all, Refuse no honest gaine when it doth fall. Be not beguild with words...