The Golden Pomp: A Procession of English Lyrics from Surrey to ShirleyArthur Quiller-Couch Methuen, 1895 - 382 من الصفحات |
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... play , Kissing sometimes these purple ports of death . The winds all silent are ; And Phoebus in his chair Ensaffroning sea and air Makes vanish every star : Night like a drunkard reels Beyond the hills to shun his flaming wheels : The ...
... play , Kissing sometimes these purple ports of death . The winds all silent are ; And Phoebus in his chair Ensaffroning sea and air Makes vanish every star : Night like a drunkard reels Beyond the hills to shun his flaming wheels : The ...
الصفحة 6
... , preferring My Corydon to play withal . COR . The Queen of Love had been excused Bequeathing , bequeathing My Phyllida the golden ball . 1 Soie , silk . CORINNA'S MAYING PHYL . Yonder comes my mother , Corydon 6 THE GOLDEN POMP.
... , preferring My Corydon to play withal . COR . The Queen of Love had been excused Bequeathing , bequeathing My Phyllida the golden ball . 1 Soie , silk . CORINNA'S MAYING PHYL . Yonder comes my mother , Corydon 6 THE GOLDEN POMP.
الصفحة 13
... swimming in the cream , And schoolboys playing in the stream ; Then O , then O , then O , my true love said , ' Til that time come again She could not live a maid ! Geo . Peele . 13 XIV IT WAS A LOVER AND HIS LASS It was.
... swimming in the cream , And schoolboys playing in the stream ; Then O , then O , then O , my true love said , ' Til that time come again She could not live a maid ! Geo . Peele . 13 XIV IT WAS A LOVER AND HIS LASS It was.
الصفحة 23
... play , the shepherds pipe all day , And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay— Cuckoo , jug - jug , pu - we , to - witta - woo ! The fields breathe sweet , the daisies kiss our feet , Young lovers meet , old wives a - sunning sit , In ...
... play , the shepherds pipe all day , And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay— Cuckoo , jug - jug , pu - we , to - witta - woo ! The fields breathe sweet , the daisies kiss our feet , Young lovers meet , old wives a - sunning sit , In ...
الصفحة 24
... trance ! And leap into a dance Such as no mortals use to tread ; Fit only for Apollo To play to , for the moon to lead , And all the stars to follow ! Francis Beaumont . 1 Own . A ROUND 25 XXXI ANOTHER HEY , nonny no ! 75 24 THE GOLDEN ...
... trance ! And leap into a dance Such as no mortals use to tread ; Fit only for Apollo To play to , for the moon to lead , And all the stars to follow ! Francis Beaumont . 1 Own . A ROUND 25 XXXI ANOTHER HEY , nonny no ! 75 24 THE GOLDEN ...
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Anon ANTHONY HOPE Author babe Baring Gould beauty birds Book of Airs bright Buckram Campion Corydon Crown 8vo cuckoo dear death delight dost doth E. F. BENSON earth England's Helicon English eyes fair fairy-queen fear flowers GILBERT PARKER GORDON BROWNE grace green Greensleeves grief H. C. BEECHING hath heart heaven heavenly Heigh Herrick honour JOHN KEBLE Jonson king kiss Lady leave light lips live look Lord Love's lovers lullaby Madrigals maid merry MESSRS METHUEN'S LIST mind morn never night nonny pity pleasure poem praise pretty Prisoner of Zenda Queen Raleigh rose Shakespeare shepherd sighs sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spring stanzas story swain tears Tereu thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought true love unto verse volume W. E. HENLEY W. G. COLLINGWOOD wanton weep wilt thou wind winter youth
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الصفحة 277 - A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
الصفحة 22 - When daisies pied, and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds, of yellow hue, Do paint the meadows with delight ; The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he :Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
الصفحة 19 - Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'er-sways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
الصفحة 116 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights ; Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
الصفحة 144 - 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...
الصفحة 15 - GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying : And this same flower that smiles to-day To-morrow will be dying.
الصفحة 105 - As it fell upon a day, In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made...
الصفحة 123 - Philomel her voice shall raise ? You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own ; What are you when the rose is blown ? So, when my mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not design'd Th...
الصفحة 41 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
الصفحة 109 - We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ! As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew Ne'er to be found again.