England's Helicon: A Collection of Pastoral and Lyric Poems, First Published at the Close of the Reign of Q. ElizabethT. Bensley, 1812 - 248 Seiten |
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... bird streines forth The liuely sappe creepes up into ye . bloming thorne , ( his voyce , The flowres , which cold in prison kept , now laughes the frost to scorne . All natures Impes triumphes , whyles ioyfull May dooth last ; When MAY ...
... bird streines forth The liuely sappe creepes up into ye . bloming thorne , ( his voyce , The flowres , which cold in prison kept , now laughes the frost to scorne . All natures Impes triumphes , whyles ioyfull May dooth last ; When MAY ...
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... Bird , that fleis about , Is caught at length in Fowlers net . The greatest Fishe in deepest Brooke Is soone deceiued with subtil hooke . Ye man himselfe , unto whose wyll All thinges are bounden to obay , For all his witte , and ...
... Bird , that fleis about , Is caught at length in Fowlers net . The greatest Fishe in deepest Brooke Is soone deceiued with subtil hooke . Ye man himselfe , unto whose wyll All thinges are bounden to obay , For all his witte , and ...
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... birds , & wormes yt on ye earth doth toile , Helpe fishe , helpe foule , that flocks and feedes upon the salt sea soyle : Helpe eccho that in ayre dooth flee , shryl voyces to resound , To wayle this losse of my good name , as of these ...
... birds , & wormes yt on ye earth doth toile , Helpe fishe , helpe foule , that flocks and feedes upon the salt sea soyle : Helpe eccho that in ayre dooth flee , shryl voyces to resound , To wayle this losse of my good name , as of these ...
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... birds in wearie winters night , The Briers I gesse are nothyng worth , thei serue but for despight : The Willowe wisht I farre fro hens , good will deserue no wrong , The Sallowe well maie serue their states that syng so sad a song ...
... birds in wearie winters night , The Briers I gesse are nothyng worth , thei serue but for despight : The Willowe wisht I farre fro hens , good will deserue no wrong , The Sallowe well maie serue their states that syng so sad a song ...
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... birds their mossie nests do timber as they may , In May the swift and turning Hart her bagged belly slakes , In May the little sucking Wattes do play with tender flaxe , All creatures may in May be glad , no May can me remove , I sorrow ...
... birds their mossie nests do timber as they may , In May the swift and turning Hart her bagged belly slakes , In May the little sucking Wattes do play with tender flaxe , All creatures may in May be glad , no May can me remove , I sorrow ...
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beautie behold birds brest chaunge complaineth Coridon craue cruell dayes death deedes delight desire deuise disdaine doeth dooth doth eche Edmund Bolton Edwards England's Helicon euery eyes faine faire faithfull fame farre fauour feare finde Finis flitt flocks flowers Fortune Freendship frende giue grace graunt greefe griefe happe happy hart hath haue heart heauen heauenly heere Heigh honour hope Ignoto ioye iudge Jasper Heywood leaue liue Lord Lord Vaux loue Loue's louely louers Madrigals maie Michaell Drayton minde moue Muse mynde neuer Nicholas Breton Nimph nought paine pastoral Phillida Phillis pittie plaste pleasure poem praise proue Queene reioyce Richard Barnfield Robert Green saie saue shee Shepheard shew sighs sing Sith Song sonne sorrow soule sunne swaine sweet teares thee Thomas Lodge thou thought tree tyme unto Vaux vertues vnto voyce vpon wight winne wofull woordes wyll yeeld Yong youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 216 - COME live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove That valleys, groves, hills and fields, Woods or steepy mountain yields.
Seite 127 - Marlow, now at least fifty years ago; and the milkmaid's mother sung an answer to it, which was made by Sir Walter Raleigh, in his younger days. They were old-fashioned poetry, but choicely good; I think much better than the strong lines that are now in fashion in this critical age.
Seite 127 - Beauty sat bathing by a spring, Where fairest shades did hide her; The winds blew calm, the birds did sing, The cool streams ran beside her. My wanton thoughts enticed mine eye To see what was forbidden, But better memory said, fie! So vain desire was chidden. Hey, nonny, nonny, &c.
Seite 218 - 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. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.
Seite 4 - Take me to thee, and thee to me. No, no, no, no, my dear, let be.
Seite 168 - Thy grief more than death would grieve me. If that any thought in me Can taste comfort but of thee, Let me, fed with hellish anguish, Joyless, hopeless, endless languish.
Seite 127 - Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet; Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye?
Seite xxxvii - Turn I my looks unto the skies, Love with his arrows wounds mine eyes; If so I gaze upon the ground, Love then in every flower is found. Search I the shade to fly...
Seite 6 - This day to man came pledge of perfect peace, This day to man came love and unity : This day man's grief began for to surcease, This day did man receive a remedy, For each offence and every deadly sin, With guilty heart, that erst he wandered in.