The Book of Elizabethan VerseWilliam Stanley Braithwaite Chatto & Windus, 1908 - 823 Seiten |
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... turn to rain of late repent , By course of changèd winds . The top of hope supposed The root of ruth will be , And fruitless all their graffèd guiles , As shortly ye shall see . Then dazzled eyes with pride , Which great ambition blinds ...
... turn to rain of late repent , By course of changèd winds . The top of hope supposed The root of ruth will be , And fruitless all their graffèd guiles , As shortly ye shall see . Then dazzled eyes with pride , Which great ambition blinds ...
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... Turning mortal for thy love . " W. Shakespeare To Blossoms FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree , Why do ye fall so fast ? Your date is not so past But you may stay yet here awhile To blush and gently smile , And go at last . What ! were ye ...
... Turning mortal for thy love . " W. Shakespeare To Blossoms FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree , Why do ye fall so fast ? Your date is not so past But you may stay yet here awhile To blush and gently smile , And go at last . What ! were ye ...
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... turns a street , each street a park , Made green and trimm'd with trees ! see how Devotion gives each house a bough Or branch ! each porch , each door , ere this , An ark , a tabernacle is , Made up of white - thorn neatly interwove ...
... turns a street , each street a park , Made green and trimm'd with trees ! see how Devotion gives each house a bough Or branch ! each porch , each door , ere this , An ark , a tabernacle is , Made up of white - thorn neatly interwove ...
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... In woods delights consorting . Turn again , my dearest ! The pleasant'st air's in meadows ; Else by the rivers let us breathe , And kiss amongst the willows . Anon . Anon . 33 . Is The Merry Month of May ' S 29 ELIZABETHAN VERSE.
... In woods delights consorting . Turn again , my dearest ! The pleasant'st air's in meadows ; Else by the rivers let us breathe , And kiss amongst the willows . Anon . Anon . 33 . Is The Merry Month of May ' S 29 ELIZABETHAN VERSE.
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... turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat , S. Daniel Come hither , come hither , come hither : Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather . Who doth ambition shun , And loves to live i 36 THE BOOK OF.
... turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat , S. Daniel Come hither , come hither , come hither : Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather . Who doth ambition shun , And loves to live i 36 THE BOOK OF.
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Anon Astrophel and Stella beauty bel ami Ben Jonson birds bliss Book of Airs bright Bullen Campion Corydon Cynthia's Revels dear death delight desire dost doth Dowden earth Elizabethan Elizabethan Lyrics England's Helicon eyes Faery Queene fair fairy-queen Faithful Shepherdess fear fire flowers give glory golden grace green grief Grosart hair happy hast hath heart heaven heavenly Herrick honour Jonson King kiss Lady leave light Line Line 11 lips live look Lord Love's lovers lullaby Madrigals merry mind Muses N'oserez never night nymphs passions pleasure poem poet poetry praise Prof Queen Queen Mab roses says Schelling Shake-speare's Sonnettes Shakespeare shalt shepherd shine sighs sing sleep smile song sonnet sorrow soul Spenser spring stanzas sweet tears tell Tereus thee thine things thou art thought true love unto verses wanton weep Whilst wind words youth
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Seite 424 - 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 442 - 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.
Seite 561 - Tu-whit, tu-who ! a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit, tu-who ! a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Seite 552 - 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...
Seite 201 - 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.
Seite 59 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring.
Seite 313 - How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea Whose action is no stronger than a flower? O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out Against the wreckful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays...
Seite 403 - Orpheus with his lute made trees. And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung ; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring.
Seite 538 - 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. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly...
Seite 45 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.