English Lyric Poetry, 1500-1700Frederic Ives Carpenter Blackie & son, limited, 1897 - 276 ページ |
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... Night , The Man of Life Upright , A Hymn in Praise of Neptune , Winter Nights , The Charm , · There is none , O none but you , Follow your Saint ! Rose - cheeked Laura , THOMAS CAREw- . Song : Ask me no more where Jove bestows , Disdain ...
... Night , The Man of Life Upright , A Hymn in Praise of Neptune , Winter Nights , The Charm , · There is none , O none but you , Follow your Saint ! Rose - cheeked Laura , THOMAS CAREw- . Song : Ask me no more where Jove bestows , Disdain ...
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... Night Piece , · 209 · 210 Cherry Ripe , · 210 To Electra , 211 To Dianeme , Delight in Disorder , Upon Julia's Clothes , To the Rose , This Age Best , Divination by a Daffodil , To the Virgins , To Blossoms , - · · 211 211 212 212 212 ...
... Night Piece , · 209 · 210 Cherry Ripe , · 210 To Electra , 211 To Dianeme , Delight in Disorder , Upon Julia's Clothes , To the Rose , This Age Best , Divination by a Daffodil , To the Virgins , To Blossoms , - · · 211 211 212 212 212 ...
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... night dischargèd of all care , Where wine the wit may not oppress . The faithful wife , without debate1 ; Such sleeps as may beguile the night ; Contented with thine own estate , Ne wish for death , ne fear his might . SIR THOMAS WYATT ...
... night dischargèd of all care , Where wine the wit may not oppress . The faithful wife , without debate1 ; Such sleeps as may beguile the night ; Contented with thine own estate , Ne wish for death , ne fear his might . SIR THOMAS WYATT ...
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... night ; Go , heart , unto thy Saviour . Go , heart , to thy only remede , Descending from the heavenly tour , Thee to deliver from pain and deid1 : Go , heart , unto thy Saviour . Go , heart , right humble and full meek , Go , heart ...
... night ; Go , heart , unto thy Saviour . Go , heart , to thy only remede , Descending from the heavenly tour , Thee to deliver from pain and deid1 : Go , heart , unto thy Saviour . Go , heart , right humble and full meek , Go , heart ...
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... night's uncheerful damp , Do ye awake , and , with fresh lusty - hed , Go to the bower of my beloved love , My truest turtle dove ; Bid her awake ; for Hymen is awake , And long since ready forth his mask to move , With his bright tead1 ...
... night's uncheerful damp , Do ye awake , and , with fresh lusty - hed , Go to the bower of my beloved love , My truest turtle dove ; Bid her awake ; for Hymen is awake , And long since ready forth his mask to move , With his bright tead1 ...
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A. B. Grosart beauty beauty's Ben Jonson birds blessed bliss Book of Airs bower breath bright bring the day Campion Castara Chorus clouds cuckoo dance dear death delight divine Donne dost doth E. K. Chambers earth echo ring edited Elizabethan England's Helicon EPITHALAMIUM eyes fair fairy fear flowers golden grace green Grosart grove H. F. Lyte happy Hark hath hear heart heaven heavenly honour Hymen HYMN king kiss Laius leave Library light live look Lord Love's lovers Lullaby lyric lyric poetry Madrigals Masque merrily merry mind ne'er never night nightingale nymphs o'er pleasure Poems poetic poetry Poets praise queen reprinted roses shepherd shine sigh sing sleep smile song SONNET sorrow soul spring stars Sweet Phosphor Sweet Spirit sweetly tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast Trilla unto verse W. C. Ward wanton weep Whilst wind youth
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85 ページ - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
184 ページ - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips and Cranks and wanton Wiles, Nods and Becks and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; 30 Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it, as you go, On the light fantastic toe...
232 ページ - Go, lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
88 ページ - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
86 ページ - Fear no more the frown o' the great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
225 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.
91 ページ - To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers...
81 ページ - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby ; Never harm, nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby.
196 ページ - 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 thce with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
89 ページ - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.