The Golden Pomp: A Procession of English Lyrics from Surrey to ShirleyArthur Quiller-Couch Methuen, 1895 - 382 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 9
... all delight Lies drown'd with us in endless night . Then , while time serves , and we are but decaying , Come , my Corinna , come , let's go a - Maying . R. Herrick . 1 Tumble on the grass . VII THE MERRY MONTH OF MAY Is not thilke the.
... all delight Lies drown'd with us in endless night . Then , while time serves , and we are but decaying , Come , my Corinna , come , let's go a - Maying . R. Herrick . 1 Tumble on the grass . VII THE MERRY MONTH OF MAY Is not thilke the.
الصفحة 10
... MERRY MONTH OF MAY Is not thilke the merry month of May , When love - lads masken in fresh array ? How falls it , then , we no merrier been , Ylike as others , girt in gaudy green ? Our blanket liveries been all too sad For thilke same ...
... MERRY MONTH OF MAY Is not thilke the merry month of May , When love - lads masken in fresh array ? How falls it , then , we no merrier been , Ylike as others , girt in gaudy green ? Our blanket liveries been all too sad For thilke same ...
الصفحة 11
... merry month of May , So frolic , so gay , and so green , so green , so green ! O , and then did I unto my true love say , Sweet Peg , thou shalt be my Summer's Queen . T. Dekker . IX MY FAIR A - FIELD SEE where my Love a - maying goes ...
... merry month of May , So frolic , so gay , and so green , so green , so green ! O , and then did I unto my true love say , Sweet Peg , thou shalt be my Summer's Queen . T. Dekker . IX MY FAIR A - FIELD SEE where my Love a - maying goes ...
الصفحة 16
... winter comes with all his fears , And all thy sweets shall borrow ; Too late then wilt thou shower thy tears , And I too late shall sorrow . Anon . TO BE MERRY XVIII CRABBED AGE AND YOUTH CRABBED Age 16 THE GOLDEN POMP.
... winter comes with all his fears , And all thy sweets shall borrow ; Too late then wilt thou shower thy tears , And I too late shall sorrow . Anon . TO BE MERRY XVIII CRABBED AGE AND YOUTH CRABBED Age 16 THE GOLDEN POMP.
الصفحة 17
... MERRY XVIII CRABBED AGE AND YOUTH CRABBED Age and Youth Cannot live together : Youth is full of pleasance , Age is full of care ; Youth like summer morn , Age like winter weather ; Youth like summer brave , Age like winter bare . Youth ...
... MERRY XVIII CRABBED AGE AND YOUTH CRABBED Age and Youth Cannot live together : Youth is full of pleasance , Age is full of care ; Youth like summer morn , Age like winter weather ; Youth like summer brave , Age like winter bare . Youth ...
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Anon ANTHONY HOPE Author babe Baring Gould beauty behold 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 Heigh Herrick honour Illustrated 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 rose Shakespeare shepherd sighs sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spring stanzas story swain tears Tereu thee thine things thou art thou hast thought true love unto verse volume W. E. HENLEY W. G. COLLINGWOOD waly wanton weep wind winter youth
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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 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 199 - How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What old December's bareness everywhere! And yet this time removed was summer's time; The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, Bearing the wanton burden of the prime, Like widow'd wombs after their lords...
الصفحة 275 - 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 142 - 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 245 - And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white, When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard, Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake And die as fast as they see others grow ; And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
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. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy love.
الصفحة 245 - 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...
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 172 - 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. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...