A Book of Seventeenth Century LyricsFelix Emmanuel Schelling Ginn, 1899 - 314 Seiten |
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... sweet iniquity ? I'll cast a mist , a cloud upon My delicate transgression , So utter dark , as that no eye Shall see the hugged impiety : Gifts blind the wise , and bribes do please , 1 Cf. The Spring , p . 63 of this volume , vv . 2 ...
... sweet iniquity ? I'll cast a mist , a cloud upon My delicate transgression , So utter dark , as that no eye Shall see the hugged impiety : Gifts blind the wise , and bribes do please , 1 Cf. The Spring , p . 63 of this volume , vv . 2 ...
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... sweet a humility as seemed to exalt him , bow down to Mr. Duncan , and with a thoughtful and contented look , say to him : Sir , O pray deliver this little book to my dear brother , Farrar , and tell him he shall find in it a picture of ...
... sweet a humility as seemed to exalt him , bow down to Mr. Duncan , and with a thoughtful and contented look , say to him : Sir , O pray deliver this little book to my dear brother , Farrar , and tell him he shall find in it a picture of ...
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... sweet , Proclaims such fruit for taste is meet ; Love is still young , a buxom boy , And younglings are allowed to toy ; Then lose no time , for Love hath wings And flies away from agèd things . EDMUND WALLER , Poems , 1645 ; written ...
... sweet , Proclaims such fruit for taste is meet ; Love is still young , a buxom boy , And younglings are allowed to toy ; Then lose no time , for Love hath wings And flies away from agèd things . EDMUND WALLER , Poems , 1645 ; written ...
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... SWEET , be not proud of those two eyes , Which , star - like , sparkle in their skies ; Nor be you proud that you can see All hearts your captives , yours yet free ; 5 ΙΟ Be you not proud of that rich hair , Which THOMAS GOFFE . 9.
... SWEET , be not proud of those two eyes , Which , star - like , sparkle in their skies ; Nor be you proud that you can see All hearts your captives , yours yet free ; 5 ΙΟ Be you not proud of that rich hair , Which THOMAS GOFFE . 9.
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... sweet slug - a - bed , and see The dew bespangling herb and tree . Each flower has wept , and bowed toward the east , Above an hour since ; yet you not drest , Nay ! not so much as out of bed ? When all the birds have matins said , And ...
... sweet slug - a - bed , and see The dew bespangling herb and tree . Each flower has wept , and bowed toward the east , Above an hour since ; yet you not drest , Nay ! not so much as out of bed ? When all the birds have matins said , And ...
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Amoret appears beauty Ben Jonson bright Carew Castara century Charles Charles Cotton charming Clorinda conceit Cowley Crashaw crown Dean Prior dear death delight devotional Donne Donne's dost doth earth edition EDMUND WALLER Elizabethan Lyrics English eyes face fair fate flame flowers 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 sense shade 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
Beliebte Passagen
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 134 - 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 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 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 244 - 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, 830 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...
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 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.
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 89 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill; But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late, They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death.