English Lyric Poetry, 1500-1700Frederic Ives Carpenter Blackie & son, limited, 1897 - 276 sider |
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Side 12
... sleep , but we do not , that shall we try ; Your fingers be numbed , our work will not lie . Pipe , merry Annot , Trilla , Trilla , Trillary . Now , Tibet ; now , Annot ; now , Margery ; Now whippet apace for the maistry : But it will ...
... sleep , but we do not , that shall we try ; Your fingers be numbed , our work will not lie . Pipe , merry Annot , Trilla , Trilla , Trillary . Now , Tibet ; now , Annot ; now , Margery ; Now whippet apace for the maistry : But it will ...
Side 13
... sleep in quiet grave ? Sleep after toil , port after stormy seas , Ease after war , death after life does greatly please ! • The lenger life , I wot , the greater sin EDMUND SPENSER . 13.
... sleep in quiet grave ? Sleep after toil , port after stormy seas , Ease after war , death after life does greatly please ! • The lenger life , I wot , the greater sin EDMUND SPENSER . 13.
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... sleep thus long , When meeter were that ye should now awake , T'await the coming of your joyous make , And hearken to the birds ' love - learned song , The dewy leaves among ! For they of joy and pleasance to you sing , That all the ...
... sleep thus long , When meeter were that ye should now awake , T'await the coming of your joyous make , And hearken to the birds ' love - learned song , The dewy leaves among ! For they of joy and pleasance to you sing , That all the ...
Side 33
... sleep and wake , after she weary was With bathing in the Acidalian brook . Now it is night , ye damsels may be gone , And leave my love alone , And leave likewise your former lay to sing : The woods no more shall answer , nor your echo ...
... sleep and wake , after she weary was With bathing in the Acidalian brook . Now it is night , ye damsels may be gone , And leave my love alone , And leave likewise your former lay to sing : The woods no more shall answer , nor your echo ...
Side 34
... Sleep , when it is time to sleep , May pour his limbs forth on your pleasant plain ; The whiles an hundred little winged loves , Like diverse - feathered doves , Shall fly and flutter round about your bed , And in the secret dark , that ...
... Sleep , when it is time to sleep , May pour his limbs forth on your pleasant plain ; The whiles an hundred little winged loves , Like diverse - feathered doves , Shall fly and flutter round about your bed , And in the secret dark , that ...
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Side 83 - 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 211 - The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry; For, having lost but...
Side 147 - 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 86 - 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 230 - Go, lovely Rose! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Side 84 - Fear no more the frown o' the great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Side 223 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things : There is no armour against Fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Side 89 - 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 232 - Of fleeting things, so certain to be lost. Clouds of affection from our younger eyes Conceal that emptiness which age descries. The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that Time hath made...
Side 194 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who, from her green lap, throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thce with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.