A Book of Seventeenth Century LyricsFelix Emmanuel Schelling Ginn, 1899 - 314 Seiten |
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... hours , days , years Driven by the spheres , Like a vast shadow moved , in which the world And all her train were hurled.1 It is an error to regard the Caroline conceit as wholly refer- . able to Donne's irresponsible use of figure . It ...
... hours , days , years Driven by the spheres , Like a vast shadow moved , in which the world And all her train were hurled.1 It is an error to regard the Caroline conceit as wholly refer- . able to Donne's irresponsible use of figure . It ...
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... hours of writers whose business was with occasional verse , social satire , heroic drama , or the comedy of a " Utopia of gallantry . " To Dorset , Sedley , Rochester , and Aphara Behn , a dissolute , cynical , godless rout of Comus ...
... hours of writers whose business was with occasional verse , social satire , heroic drama , or the comedy of a " Utopia of gallantry . " To Dorset , Sedley , Rochester , and Aphara Behn , a dissolute , cynical , godless rout of Comus ...
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... hours shall cease to be , We may be crowned with blest eternity . THOMAS MAY , The Old Couple , 1658 ; acted 1625 . LOVE'S PRIME . DEAR , do not your fair beauty wrong In thinking still you are too young ; The rose and lily in your ...
... hours shall cease to be , We may be crowned with blest eternity . THOMAS MAY , The Old Couple , 1658 ; acted 1625 . LOVE'S PRIME . DEAR , do not your fair beauty wrong In thinking still you are too young ; The rose and lily in your ...
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... hours never ceasing ; Plenty's pleasure , peace complying , Without jars , or tongues envying ; Hearts by holy union wedded , More than theirs by custom bedded ; 1 5 Fruitful issues ; life so graced , Not by age JOHN FORD . 7 ས.
... hours never ceasing ; Plenty's pleasure , peace complying , Without jars , or tongues envying ; Hearts by holy union wedded , More than theirs by custom bedded ; 1 5 Fruitful issues ; life so graced , Not by age JOHN FORD . 7 ས.
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... hour since ; yet you not drest , Nay ! not so much as out of bed ? When all the birds have matins said , And sung their thankful hymns ; ' t is sin , Nay , profanation to keep in , ΙΟ 5 5 ΙΟ · Whenas a thousand virgins on this day ...
... hour since ; yet you not drest , Nay ! not so much as out of bed ? When all the birds have matins said , And sung their thankful hymns ; ' t is sin , Nay , profanation to keep in , ΙΟ 5 5 ΙΟ · Whenas a thousand virgins on this day ...
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Amoret appears beauty Ben Jonson bright Carew Castara Charles Charles Cotton charming Clorinda conceit Cowley Crashaw crown Dean Prior death delight devotional Donne Donne's dost doth earth edition EDMUND WALLER Elizabethan Lyrics English eyes face fair fate flame flowers forbear to weep glory grace Grosart hast hath heart heaven Herbert Herrick Hesperides JAMES SHIRLEY Jasper Mayne JOHN DRYDEN JOHN MILTON Jonson King kiss Lady light literature live Lord Love's lover Milton mistress night passion Pattison Phyllis play poem poetical poetry poets praise prose Quarles Queen reads reign RICHARD CRASHAW ROBERT HERRICK rose Sandys shade Shakespeare sing smile SONG sonnet soul Spenser spring stanza stars stay sweet baby sleep tears thee thine things Thomas Carew THOMAS FLATMAN thou thought Thyrsis unto Vaughan verse Waller whilst WILLIAM HABINGTON wings Wit's Recreations Wither word written youth ΙΟ
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Seite 252 - It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
Seite 250 - WHENAS in silks my Julia goes, Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows That liquefaction of her clothes! Next, when I cast mine eyes and see That brave vibration each way free, — O how that glittering taketh me ! Robert Herrick 121.
Seite 132 - WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates — When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Seite xii - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Seite 266 - Love not the world, neither the things that are in the world. If any man love the world, the love of the Father is not in him. For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, is not of the Father, but is of the world. And the world passeth away, and the lust thereof: but he that doeth the will of God abideth for ever.
Seite 271 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Seite 23 - Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven ; All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.
Seite 240 - There is a gentle Nymph not far from hence, That with moist curb sways the smooth Severn stream : Sabrina is her name, a virgin pure ; Whilom she was the daughter of Locrine, That had the sceptre from his father Brute. She, guiltless damsel, flying the mad pursuit Of her enraged stepdame Guendolen, Commended her fair innocence to the flood That stayed her flight with his cross-flowing course. The water-nymphs, that in the bottom played, Held up their pearled wrists, and took her in, Bearing her straight...
Seite 157 - Let us roll all our strength and all Our sweetness up into one ball, And tear our pleasures with rough strife Thorough the iron gates of life.
Seite 21 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth and youth and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.