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alley beauty BEN JONSON best fits birds blest breast breath bright brow Charles Lamb charm cold County Guy Cymbeline Cynthia's Revels dead dear death deep doth earth England's Helicon eyes fair Faithful Shepherdess fear fire fits a little flowers glory gone grave grove hath hear heart heaven holly tree Honour leaves light live look love anew love true Love's lover Lucasta lullaby maid maidens Mary Master Constable Melicertus ne'er never Nice Valour night numbers o'er old familiar faces Phillada flouts poem roses Sally save the Queen shine sigh sing Sir Walter Scott sleep smiles SONG sorrow soul spirit spring stars sweet SWEET day tears tell tempests thee thine Thomas Dekker Thomas Farnaby thou art Thou lovest amiss Thou must begin thought tomb unto verse waves weep wert William Haughton winds do blow wings youth
129 ページ - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against Fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
197 ページ - SHE was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight ; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament : Her eyes as stars of twilight fair ; Like twilight's too her dusky hair ; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn ; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
145 ページ - Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
60 ページ - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
71 ページ - A HYMN TO GOD THE FATHER. W ILT Thou forgive that sin where I begun, Which was my sin, though it were done before ? Wilt Thou forgive that sin, through which I run And do run still, though still I do deplore ? When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done ; For I have more.
200 ページ - Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
79 ページ - DRINK to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
74 ページ - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess, excellently bright! Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose: Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess, excellently bright!
217 ページ - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave— For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...