English Lyric Poetry, 1500-1700Frederic Ives Carpenter Blackie & son, limited, 1897 - 276 sider |
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... wind , Sigh no more , ladies , O mistress mine , Come away , come away , death , How should I your true love know , Take , O take those lips away , Hark , hark ! the lark , · Fear no more the heat o ' the sun , Full fathom five thy ...
... wind , Sigh no more , ladies , O mistress mine , Come away , come away , death , How should I your true love know , Take , O take those lips away , Hark , hark ! the lark , · Fear no more the heat o ' the sun , Full fathom five thy ...
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... wind ; Send thou me my sweeting ! Blow , northern wind Blow ! blow ! blow ! and short pieces in many other sorts can be found among the scanty remains of this poetry . The greater number , perhaps , are love - lyrics , songs of a ...
... wind ; Send thou me my sweeting ! Blow , northern wind Blow ! blow ! blow ! and short pieces in many other sorts can be found among the scanty remains of this poetry . The greater number , perhaps , are love - lyrics , songs of a ...
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... wind ; They tarry not , but flit and fall away , Leaving behind them nought but grief of mind , And mocking such as think they long will stay . I hate the heaven , because it doth withhold Me from my love , and eke my love from me ; I ...
... wind ; They tarry not , but flit and fall away , Leaving behind them nought but grief of mind , And mocking such as think they long will stay . I hate the heaven , because it doth withhold Me from my love , and eke my love from me ; I ...
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... winds enraged , Still and content , to quiet calm assuaged Their wonted storming and every blast rebelling . SET THE TEST . From The Phenix Nest , 1593 . ET me where Phoebus ' heat the flowers slayeth , Or where continual snow ...
... winds enraged , Still and content , to quiet calm assuaged Their wonted storming and every blast rebelling . SET THE TEST . From The Phenix Nest , 1593 . ET me where Phoebus ' heat the flowers slayeth , Or where continual snow ...
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... wind , That plays amidst the plain , If by the favour of propitious stars you gain Such grace as in my lady's bosom place to find , Be proud to touch those places : And when her warmth your moisture forth doth wear , Whereby her dainty ...
... wind , That plays amidst the plain , If by the favour of propitious stars you gain Such grace as in my lady's bosom place to find , Be proud to touch those places : And when her warmth your moisture forth doth wear , Whereby her dainty ...
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A. B. Grosart beauty beauty's Ben Jonson birds blessed bliss Book of Airs bower breath bright bring the day Campion Castara Chorus clouds cuckoo dance dear death delight divine Donne dost doth E. K. Chambers earth echo ring edited Elizabethan England's Helicon EPITHALAMIUM eyes fair fairy fear flowers golden grace green Grosart grove H. F. Lyte happy Hark hath hear heart heaven heavenly honour Hymen HYMN king kiss Laius leave light live look Lord Love's lovers Lullaby lyric lyric poetry Madrigals Masque merrily merry mind ne'er never night nightingale nymphs o'er pleasure Poems poetic poetry Poets praise queen reprinted 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 223 - 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 85 - 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 190 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine ; Or what, though rare, of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage. But, O sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower ! Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes, as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made hell grant what love did seek...
Side 149 - 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 226 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives, creep to death.
Side 88 - 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 89 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave, doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow.
Side 150 - Who God doth late and early pray More of His grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a...
Side 85 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone ; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Side 81 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby ; Never harm, nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby.