The Golden Pomp: A Procession of English Lyrics from Surrey to ShirleyArthur Quiller-Couch Methuen, 1895 - 382 Seiten |
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... Lord ! it is a world to see How virtue can repair , And deck her in such honesty , Whom Nature made so fair . Truly she doth so far exceed Our women nowadays , As doth the gillyflower a weed ; And more a thousand ways . How might I do ...
... Lord ! it is a world to see How virtue can repair , And deck her in such honesty , Whom Nature made so fair . Truly she doth so far exceed Our women nowadays , As doth the gillyflower a weed ; And more a thousand ways . How might I do ...
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... lord's decease : Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me But hope of orphans and unfather'd fruit ; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee , And , thou away , the very birds are mute : Or if they sing , ' tis with so dull a cheer The ...
... lord's decease : Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me But hope of orphans and unfather'd fruit ; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee , And , thou away , the very birds are mute : Or if they sing , ' tis with so dull a cheer The ...
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... Lord ! how I mourn ! When other lovers in arms across Rejoice their chief delight , Drowned in tears , to mourn my loss I stand the bitter night In my window where I may see Before the winds how the clouds flee : Lo ! what a mariner ...
... Lord ! how I mourn ! When other lovers in arms across Rejoice their chief delight , Drowned in tears , to mourn my loss I stand the bitter night In my window where I may see Before the winds how the clouds flee : Lo ! what a mariner ...
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... Lord have mercy on us ! Beauty is but a flower Which wrinkles will devour : Brightness falls from the air ; Queens have died young and fair ; Dust hath closed Helen's I am sick , I must die- eye : Lord have mercy on us ! Strength stoops ...
... Lord have mercy on us ! Beauty is but a flower Which wrinkles will devour : Brightness falls from the air ; Queens have died young and fair ; Dust hath closed Helen's I am sick , I must die- eye : Lord have mercy on us ! Strength stoops ...
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... Lord have mercy on us ! T. Nashe . 251 CCLXXIX EMBERS THAT time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves , or none , or few , do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold , — Bare ruin'd choirs where late the sweet ...
... Lord have mercy on us ! T. Nashe . 251 CCLXXIX EMBERS THAT time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves , or none , or few , do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold , — Bare ruin'd choirs where late the sweet ...
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Anon ANTHONY HOPE Author babe Baring Gould beauty birds Book of Airs bright Buckram Campion Corydon Crown 8vo cuckoo dear death delight dost doth E. F. BENSON earth England's Helicon English eyes fair fairy-queen fear flowers GILBERT PARKER GORDON BROWNE grace green Greensleeves grief H. C. BEECHING hath heart heaven heavenly Heigh Herrick honour JOHN KEBLE Jonson king kiss Lady leave light lips live look Lord Love's lovers lullaby Madrigals maid merry MESSRS METHUEN'S LIST mind morn never night nonny pity pleasure poem praise pretty Prisoner of Zenda Queen Raleigh rose Shakespeare shepherd sighs sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spring stanzas story swain tears Tereu thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought true love unto verse volume W. E. HENLEY W. G. COLLINGWOOD wanton weep wilt thou wind winter youth
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Seite 277 - A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Seite 22 - When daisies pied, and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds, of yellow hue, Do paint the meadows with delight ; The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he :Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Seite 19 - Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'er-sways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
Seite 116 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights ; Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Seite 144 - 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 15 - GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying : And this same flower that smiles to-day To-morrow will be dying.
Seite 105 - As it fell upon a day, In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made...
Seite 123 - Philomel her voice shall raise ? You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own ; What are you when the rose is blown ? So, when my mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not design'd Th...
Seite 41 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
Seite 109 - We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ! As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew Ne'er to be found again.