A Garland of Love, Wreathed of Pleasant Flowers, Gathered in the Field of English Poesy ...Chapman, 1836 - 219 Seiten |
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... rest of their contemporaries , but even their love - poems are not of the first class . The hopes , the fears , the pleasures , and the pains of love are here sung by Shakspeare and Byron , Spenser and Wordsworth , Carew and Moore ...
... rest of their contemporaries , but even their love - poems are not of the first class . The hopes , the fears , the pleasures , and the pains of love are here sung by Shakspeare and Byron , Spenser and Wordsworth , Carew and Moore ...
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... rest With kinges childe , where she tasteth costly food . Honsdon did first present her to mine eyn ; Bright is her hewe , and Geraldine she hight : Hampton me taught to wishe her first for mine : And Windsor , alas ! doth chase me from ...
... rest With kinges childe , where she tasteth costly food . Honsdon did first present her to mine eyn ; Bright is her hewe , and Geraldine she hight : Hampton me taught to wishe her first for mine : And Windsor , alas ! doth chase me from ...
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... a thousand wayes . How might I doe to get a graffe Of this unspotted tree ? For all the rest are playne but chaffe , Which seeme good corne to be . This gyft alone I shall her geve , When death 14 PIECES BY UNCERTAIN AUTHORS .
... a thousand wayes . How might I doe to get a graffe Of this unspotted tree ? For all the rest are playne but chaffe , Which seeme good corne to be . This gyft alone I shall her geve , When death 14 PIECES BY UNCERTAIN AUTHORS .
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... rest , When fled is fancies fit ; And tho ' I be a homely guest , Before the bayes I sit , Where I do watch till leaves do fall , When winde the tree doth shake ; Then , tho ' the branche be very small , c 2 PIECES BY UNCERTAIN AUTHORS ...
... rest , When fled is fancies fit ; And tho ' I be a homely guest , Before the bayes I sit , Where I do watch till leaves do fall , When winde the tree doth shake ; Then , tho ' the branche be very small , c 2 PIECES BY UNCERTAIN AUTHORS ...
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... rest . " * This piece is printed in Nicholas Breton's Bower of Delights , 1597. Some of the verses appeared , in 1587 , in Puttenham's Arte of Englishe Poesie , where they were ascribed to the Earl of Oxford . Doth company displease ...
... rest . " * This piece is printed in Nicholas Breton's Bower of Delights , 1597. Some of the verses appeared , in 1587 , in Puttenham's Arte of Englishe Poesie , where they were ascribed to the Earl of Oxford . Doth company displease ...
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beauty Beauty's birds blush bonny Born bosom bower breast breath bright burning CASTARA charms cheek CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE County Guy Cupid death deep delight died doth dream Earl echo ring face fair fancy flame flowers frae garland gaze gentle GEORGE GASCOIGNE grace green Greensleeves grief grove harvest show hast hath hear heart heaven hope Hymen JAMES HOGG JOANNA BAILLIE kiss LADY LASSIE light lips live looks Love's lover maid mind morn ne'er Netherby never night nosegay nymph o'er odours paine passion pity PLATONIC LOVE pleasure posie praise rest rose shalt sigh sing Sir Thomas Wyatt sleep smile soft SONG SONNET sorrow soul spring sung sunne sweet tears tell thee thine eye thing THOMAS thou art thou wouldst thought thy love tongue trembling twas unto violet voice wanton weel weep whilst woods wouldst not love youth
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Seite 168 - ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
Seite 47 - A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull, Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold. A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Seite 79 - 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.
Seite 164 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west. Through all the wide border his steed was the best ; And save his good broadsword, he weapons had none, He rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Seite 81 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew ; Nor did I wonder at the lily's white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose : They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did play.
Seite 116 - 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 82 - The forward violet thus did I chide : Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed.
Seite 165 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran: There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see, So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Seite 165 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear. When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur: They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Seite 38 - One day I wrote her name upon the strand; But came the waves, and washed it away: Again, I wrote it with a second hand; But came the tide, and made my pains his prey. Vain man, said she, that dost in vain assay A mortal thing so to immortalize; For I myself shall like to this decay, And eke my name be wiped out likewise.