A Book of Seventeenth Century LyricsGinn, 1899 - 314 Seiten |
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... crown the holiday . Drop , drop , you violets ; change your hues , Now red , now pale , as lovers use ; And in your death go out as well As when you lived unto the smell , That from your odor all may say , This is the shepherds ...
... crown the holiday . Drop , drop , you violets ; change your hues , Now red , now pale , as lovers use ; And in your death go out as well As when you lived unto the smell , That from your odor all may say , This is the shepherds ...
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... Crown this bridegroom and this bride . SONG . O , No more , no more , too late Sighs are spent ; the burning tapers ... Crowns may flourish and decay , Beauties shine , but fade away . Youth may revel , yet it must Lie down in a bed of ...
... Crown this bridegroom and this bride . SONG . O , No more , no more , too late Sighs are spent ; the burning tapers ... Crowns may flourish and decay , Beauties shine , but fade away . Youth may revel , yet it must Lie down in a bed of ...
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... crowns my conquering brows , And I his temples with a crown of praise ; Which he accepts as an everlasting sign That I my best beloved's am , that he is mine . 35 40 GEORGE SANDYS , Paraphrase upon the Psalms of David , 1636 . DEO ...
... crowns my conquering brows , And I his temples with a crown of praise ; Which he accepts as an everlasting sign That I my best beloved's am , that he is mine . 35 40 GEORGE SANDYS , Paraphrase upon the Psalms of David , 1636 . DEO ...
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... - hopes ; and he's possessed Of heaven that's but from hell released . Then crown my joys , or cure my pain ; Give me more love , or more disdain . 15 5 IO TO MY INCONSTANT MISTRESS . WHEN thou , poor excommunicate THOMAS CAREW . 67.
... - hopes ; and he's possessed Of heaven that's but from hell released . Then crown my joys , or cure my pain ; Give me more love , or more disdain . 15 5 IO TO MY INCONSTANT MISTRESS . WHEN thou , poor excommunicate THOMAS CAREW . 67.
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... crown our pain , Could we the fortress win , The happy lover sure should gain A paradise within . I thought love's plagues like dragons sate , Only to fright us at the gate . But I did enter , and enjoy What happy lovers prove , For I ...
... crown our pain , Could we the fortress win , The happy lover sure should gain A paradise within . I thought love's plagues like dragons sate , Only to fright us at the gate . But I did enter , and enjoy What happy lovers prove , For I ...
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Seite 22 - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took; Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble, with too much conceiving; And, so sepulchred, in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
Seite 61 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee, why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do't?
Seite 217 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man.
Seite 275 - 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 76 - 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. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry; For...
Seite 159 - 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 218 - Grand Chorus As from the power of sacred lays The spheres began to move, And sung the great Creator's praise To all the Blest above; So, when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour, The trumpet shall be heard on high, The dead shall live, the living die, And Music shall untune the sky.
Seite 151 - He makes the figs our mouths to meet, And throws the melons at our feet ; But apples, — plants of such a price No tree could ever bear them twice...
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.
Seite 169 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know At first sight if the bird be flown; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown.