Rare Poems of the Sixteenth and Seventeenth CenturiesWilliam James Linton Roberts brothers, 1883 - 264 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة xvi
... POOR MARINERS MELISMATA 1611 THE THREE RAVENS PILKINGTON'S MADRIGALS 1612 HAVE I FOUND HER ? ENGLAND'S HELICON 1600 PHILLIDA AND CORYDON BEAUTY SAT BATHING . 200 201 202 203 204 205 206 207 208 209 210 212 DAVISON'S POETICAL RHAPSODY ...
... POOR MARINERS MELISMATA 1611 THE THREE RAVENS PILKINGTON'S MADRIGALS 1612 HAVE I FOUND HER ? ENGLAND'S HELICON 1600 PHILLIDA AND CORYDON BEAUTY SAT BATHING . 200 201 202 203 204 205 206 207 208 209 210 212 DAVISON'S POETICAL RHAPSODY ...
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... Poor thanks their gift ; Some , meaning well , In debt do live , And can not tell Where else to shift . Some knock , and fain Would ope the door , To learn the vain Good turn to praise ; Some shew poor face , And be but poor , Yet have ...
... Poor thanks their gift ; Some , meaning well , In debt do live , And can not tell Where else to shift . Some knock , and fain Would ope the door , To learn the vain Good turn to praise ; Some shew poor face , And be but poor , Yet have ...
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... poor babes their death in birth do find . And now my pen these lines had dashed quite , But that they stopp'd his fury from the same Because their fore - front bare sweet Stella's name . ALAS ! have I not pain enough , my friend ! Upon ...
... poor babes their death in birth do find . And now my pen these lines had dashed quite , But that they stopp'd his fury from the same Because their fore - front bare sweet Stella's name . ALAS ! have I not pain enough , my friend ! Upon ...
الصفحة 30
... fly that which they fain would have : As this poor beast , who did his rest forsake , Thinking not why but how himself to save . Even thus might I , for doubts which I conceive SIR EDWARD DYER [1550? — 1607] THE FRIEND'S REMONSTRANCE.
... fly that which they fain would have : As this poor beast , who did his rest forsake , Thinking not why but how himself to save . Even thus might I , for doubts which I conceive SIR EDWARD DYER [1550? — 1607] THE FRIEND'S REMONSTRANCE.
الصفحة 40
... poor man ! with many a trampling tear , I feel him wound the fore - horse of my heart . What , do I love ? O no , I do but talk ; What , shall I die for love ? O no , not so ; What , am I dead ? O no , my tongue doth walk : Come kiss ...
... poor man ! with many a trampling tear , I feel him wound the fore - horse of my heart . What , do I love ? O no , I do but talk ; What , shall I die for love ? O no , not so ; What , am I dead ? O no , my tongue doth walk : Come kiss ...
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adieu AMETAS barley-break beauty beauty's beggars bel ami bliss breast bright CARMELA CHORUS CLORINDA CORYDON Cupid's DAMON dare dear death delight desire disdain doth earth EPITHALAMIUM eyes face fair faith fancy fear fire flame flowers Folly Fortune golden golden morning breaks grace grief hast hath heart heaven hope Hymen joys keep kiss Lady light lips live love anew love true Love's lover Lycoris MADRIGALS melancholy methinks mind mirth Mistress N'oserez-vous NATHANIEL FIELD ne'er never night nought Nymphs pain PHILISTUS Phillada flouts PHILLIDA pity play pleasure poems poor praise pride priè RICHARD BRATHWAITE RICHARD BROME scorn shepherd shine sigh sight sing sleep smile SONG sorrow soul Spring stanza stars stay sweet Love tears thee thine thing THOMAS NABBES thou dost Thou lovest amiss thoughts three Ravens TOTTEL'S MISCELLANY tree true love unto untrue Love virtue weep wish
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الصفحة 114 - Her finger was so small, the ring Would not stay on which they did bring, It was too wide a peck : And to say truth, for out it must, It look'd like the great collar, just, About our young colt's neck. Her feet beneath her petticoat, Like little mice stole in and out...
الصفحة 133 - In the green grass she loves to lie, And there with her fair aspect tames The wilder flowers, and gives them names, But only with the roses plays, And them does tell What colour best becomes them, and what smell. Who can foretell for what high cause This darling of the gods was born?
الصفحة 124 - And teach her fair steps to our earth ; Till that divine Idea take a shrine Of crystal flesh, through which to shine ; Meet you her, my Wishes, Bespeak her to my blisses, And be ye call'd my absent kisses.
الصفحة 204 - THERE is a Lady sweet and kind, Was never face so pleased my mind; I did but see her passing by, And yet I love her till I die.
الصفحة 18 - Only joy, now here you are, Fit to hear and ease my care; Let my whispering voice obtain Sweet reward for sharpest pain; Take me to thee, and thee to me. "No, no, no, no, my dear, let be.
الصفحة 128 - I wish her store Of worth may leave her poor Of wishes; and I wish no more. Now, if Time knows That Her, whose radiant brows Weave them a garland of my vows; Her that dares be What these lines wish to see: I seek no further, it is She. 'Tis She, and here Lo! I unclothe and clear My wishes
الصفحة 38 - As fresh as bin the flowers in May, And of my love my roundelay, My merry, merry, merry roundelay, Concludes with Cupid's curse, — They that do change old love for new, Pray Gods they change for worse ! Ambo simul They that do change, etc.
الصفحة 184 - Weep you no more, sad fountains; What need you flow so fast? Look how the snowy mountains Heaven's sun doth gently waste! But my sun's heavenly eyes, View not your weeping, That now lies sleeping Softly, now softly lies Sleeping.
الصفحة 58 - tis my outward soul, Viceroy to that, which then to heaven being gone, Will leave this to control, And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution.
الصفحة 139 - Ametas. Think'st Thou that this Love can stand, Whilst Thou still dost say me nay? Love unpaid does soon disband: Love binds Love as Hay binds Hay.