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Aeneid Astrophel and Stella ballads beauty Caelica Canterbury Tales Chaucer Clerk Saunders dead death delight doth drede Elizabethan England's Helicon English English poetry eyes Faery Queen fair fayre fear floures flowers genius Glasgerion grace grene gret hand hast hath heart heaven herte hire honour king lady light live Lord lovers mind myght never night nocht nought passion Petrarch play poem poet poetical poetry praise prose Queen quhilk quod quoth rich Robin Hood satire sche Scotch seyde Shakespeare shal Sidney sigh sight sing song sonnets sorrow sorwe soul Spenser stanza Stella sweet swete swich Tamburlaine tell thair thay thee ther thing thou thought thow Timor Mortis conturbat Troylus true truth tyme unto Venus Venus and Adonis verse virtue whan wight wolde words write
Seite 461 - 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.
Seite 458 - O for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide, Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Seite 452 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem, By that sweet ornament which truth doth give ! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses ; Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When Summer's breath their masked buds discloses ; But, for their virtue only is their shew, They live unwoo'd, and unrespected fade ; Die to themselves.
Seite 487 - 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.
Seite xvii - The future of poetry is immense, because in poetry, where it is worthy of its high destinies, our race, as time goes on, will find an ever surer and surer stay. There is not a creed which is not shaken, not an accredited dogma which is not shown to be questionable, not a received tradition which does not threaten to dissolve.
Seite 461 - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Seite xl - He looks and laughs at a' that. A prince can mak' a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a' that; But an honest man's aboon his might, Guid faith, he mauna fa' that! For a
Seite 449 - As an unperfect actor on the stage, Who with his fear is put besides his part, Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage, Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart...
Seite 458 - tis true, I have gone here and there, And made myself a motley to the view, Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, Made old offences of affections new.