English LyricsKegan Paul, Trench & Company, 1883 - 296 Seiten |
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... fair Phoebe Thomas Lodge XXI . Virelay Thomas Lodge . 37 XXII . Doron's Description of his fair Shepherdess Samela Robert Greene 38 XXIII . Song Robert Greene 39 XXIV . The burning Babe Robert Southwell 41 XXV . Life · Sir Francis Bacon ...
... fair Phoebe Thomas Lodge XXI . Virelay Thomas Lodge . 37 XXII . Doron's Description of his fair Shepherdess Samela Robert Greene 38 XXIII . Song Robert Greene 39 XXIV . The burning Babe Robert Southwell 41 XXV . Life · Sir Francis Bacon ...
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... fair young Lady , going out of Town in the Spring . John Dryden . 157 CXII . Song . CXIII . Victoria's Song Sir Charles Sedley . 159 Sir Charles Sedley . 160 CXIV . Love Armed CXV . Phillada CXVI . To a Child of Quality , five Aphra ...
... fair young Lady , going out of Town in the Spring . John Dryden . 157 CXII . Song . CXIII . Victoria's Song Sir Charles Sedley . 159 Sir Charles Sedley . 160 CXIV . Love Armed CXV . Phillada CXVI . To a Child of Quality , five Aphra ...
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... Fair Ines . PAGE 252 . 253 • 256 . 258 260 Hartley Coleridge . 262 Thomas Hood Thomas Hood . 263 264 Winthrop M. Praed 267 Winthrop M. Praed 268 CLXXXII . Time's Song CLXXXIII . Fuimus . CLXXXIV . Wolfram's Dirge . Thomas L. Beddoes 270 ...
... Fair Ines . PAGE 252 . 253 • 256 . 258 260 Hartley Coleridge . 262 Thomas Hood Thomas Hood . 263 264 Winthrop M. Praed 267 Winthrop M. Praed 268 CLXXXII . Time's Song CLXXXIII . Fuimus . CLXXXIV . Wolfram's Dirge . Thomas L. Beddoes 270 ...
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... And yet a bone Most cruel in my wound . With lilies white And roses bright Doth strain thy colour fair ; B i Nature did lend Each finger's end A pearl for to The Lover praiseth the Beauty his Lady's hand The Character of a Happy Life.
... And yet a bone Most cruel in my wound . With lilies white And roses bright Doth strain thy colour fair ; B i Nature did lend Each finger's end A pearl for to The Lover praiseth the Beauty his Lady's hand The Character of a Happy Life.
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... fair for to behold , And when mine ears ' gan first to hark The pleasant words that thou me told : I would as then I had been free From ears to hear and eyes to see . And when my hands did handle oft , That might thee keep in memory ...
... fair for to behold , And when mine ears ' gan first to hark The pleasant words that thou me told : I would as then I had been free From ears to hear and eyes to see . And when my hands did handle oft , That might thee keep in memory ...
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adieu Love Anthony Wood beauty BEN JONSON best fits birds blow bosom breast breath bright brow cold County Guy Cynthia's Revels dead infected dear death delight doth earth England's Helicon eyes fair Samela fancy fear fire fits a little flowers Forget friends GEORGE GASCOIGNE give gone grave hath heart heaven holly Honour lady leaves live look Love is dead Love's lovers lulla lullaby lyric mourn ne'er never NICHOLAS BRETON night numbers o'er old familiar faces pain peace Phillada flouts Phillis pity pleasure poem Queen rage of wind ROBERT SOUTHWELL roses scorn shepherd shine sighs sight sing sleep smile SONG sorrow soul spring stars sweet tears tell thee thine things THOMAS DEKKER thou art thou dost Thou hast thought toil tomb tree ULYSSES unto untrue Love verse waking eye wanton waves weep wert winds youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 120 - 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.
Seite 186 - SHE was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight ; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament : Her eyes as stars of twilight fair ; Like twilight's too her dusky hair ; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn ; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Seite 224 - And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head; And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him; But little he'll reck; if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Seite 66 - A HYMN TO GOD THE FATHER. W PILT Thou forgive that sin where I begun, Which was my sin, though it were done before ? Wilt Thou forgive that sin, through which I run And do run still, though still I do deplore ? When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done ; For I have more.
Seite 136 - 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.
Seite 57 - 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. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...
Seite 69 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess, excellently bright! Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose: Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess, excellently bright!
Seite 116 - SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die.
Seite 216 - She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Seite 81 - Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity : 'Fie, fie, fie...