Rare Poems of the Sixteenth and Seventeenth CenturiesWilliam James Linton Roberts brothers, 1883 - 264 من الصفحات |
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... SORROW . 180 SERENADE 181 CONSTANCY 182 TO CYNTHIA 183 LOVE'S MESSENGERS WEEP YOU NO MORE 184 WHITE AS LILIES 185 EYES AND HEARTS 187 FALSE ASTRONOMY 188 THE HERMIT'S SONG 189 LOVE AND FORTUNE HIS LADY'S GRIEF 190 191 SONG OF HOPE ...
... SORROW . 180 SERENADE 181 CONSTANCY 182 TO CYNTHIA 183 LOVE'S MESSENGERS WEEP YOU NO MORE 184 WHITE AS LILIES 185 EYES AND HEARTS 187 FALSE ASTRONOMY 188 THE HERMIT'S SONG 189 LOVE AND FORTUNE HIS LADY'S GRIEF 190 191 SONG OF HOPE ...
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... sorrow is the ground Whereby the heart doth pine in deadly woe ? Is this a life ? Nay ! death I may it call , That feels each pain and knows no joy at all . THOMAS TUSSER OME pleasures take SOME And can not give THOMAS, LORD VAUX [1510 ...
... sorrow is the ground Whereby the heart doth pine in deadly woe ? Is this a life ? Nay ! death I may it call , That feels each pain and knows no joy at all . THOMAS TUSSER OME pleasures take SOME And can not give THOMAS, LORD VAUX [1510 ...
الصفحة 36
... sorrow wring ! Your master , Robin Hood , lies dead : Therefore sigh as you sing ! Here lie his primer and his beads His bent bow and his arrows keen ; His good sword and his holy cross : Now cast on flowers fresh and green And , as ...
... sorrow wring ! Your master , Robin Hood , lies dead : Therefore sigh as you sing ! Here lie his primer and his beads His bent bow and his arrows keen ; His good sword and his holy cross : Now cast on flowers fresh and green And , as ...
الصفحة 45
... sorrow for a gain ? If Love's sweet , Herein sweet · That minutes ' joys are monthly woes : ' Tis not sweet That is sweet Nowhere but where repentance grows . Then love who list ! if beauty be so sour , Labour for me ! love rest in ...
... sorrow for a gain ? If Love's sweet , Herein sweet · That minutes ' joys are monthly woes : ' Tis not sweet That is sweet Nowhere but where repentance grows . Then love who list ! if beauty be so sour , Labour for me ! love rest in ...
الصفحة 56
... sorrow's source ; Streams ! turn to tears your tributary course . Go not yet hence , bright soul of the sad year ! The earth is hell when thou leavest to appear . GERVASE MARKHAM SIMPLES COME BUY , you lusty gallants ! 56 DAVIES THOMAS ...
... sorrow's source ; Streams ! turn to tears your tributary course . Go not yet hence , bright soul of the sad year ! The earth is hell when thou leavest to appear . GERVASE MARKHAM SIMPLES COME BUY , you lusty gallants ! 56 DAVIES THOMAS ...
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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.