Melodies and Madrigals: Mostly from the Old English PoetsRichard Henry Stoddard Bunce and Huntington, 1866 - 206 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة iii
... thought , sentiment , or passion ; the other its expression according to the mode of the day . The lyrist sang to a tune within him : ( " Heard melodies are sweet , but those unheard Are sweeter ; therefore , ye soft pipes , play on ...
... thought , sentiment , or passion ; the other its expression according to the mode of the day . The lyrist sang to a tune within him : ( " Heard melodies are sweet , but those unheard Are sweeter ; therefore , ye soft pipes , play on ...
الصفحة iv
... thought , the sentiment of the former depends upon the whim of the moment ; that of the latter , upon the thesis which he intends to prove . Reason predominates in the one , Imagination in the other . The early periods of English Poetry ...
... thought , the sentiment of the former depends upon the whim of the moment ; that of the latter , upon the thesis which he intends to prove . Reason predominates in the one , Imagination in the other . The early periods of English Poetry ...
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... THOUGHT HER FAIR , AS SHE STOOD AT THE PRINCESS'S WINDOW IN GOOD- LY ATTIRE , AND TALKED TO DIVERS IN THE COURT - YARD . [ 1564. ] I. WHENCE comes my love ? O heart , disclose ! ' Twas from cheeks that shamed the rose : From lips that ...
... THOUGHT HER FAIR , AS SHE STOOD AT THE PRINCESS'S WINDOW IN GOOD- LY ATTIRE , AND TALKED TO DIVERS IN THE COURT - YARD . [ 1564. ] I. WHENCE comes my love ? O heart , disclose ! ' Twas from cheeks that shamed the rose : From lips that ...
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... thoughts and senses guides : He loves my heart , for once it was his own ; I cherish his , because in me it bides . My true love hath my heart , and I have his . SIR PHILIP SIDNEY . OF HIS CYNTHIA . [ 1580 ? ] I. AWAY with these self ...
... thoughts and senses guides : He loves my heart , for once it was his own ; I cherish his , because in me it bides . My true love hath my heart , and I have his . SIR PHILIP SIDNEY . OF HIS CYNTHIA . [ 1580 ? ] I. AWAY with these self ...
الصفحة 16
... ? Who would not this fight defire , Though he thought to see no more ? O fair eyes ! yet let me see One good look , and I am gone . Look on me , for I am he , Thy poor filly Corydon . Thou that art the shepherd's queen , Look upon thy 16.
... ? Who would not this fight defire , Though he thought to see no more ? O fair eyes ! yet let me see One good look , and I am gone . Look on me , for I am he , Thy poor filly Corydon . Thou that art the shepherd's queen , Look upon thy 16.
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arms beauty birds breath bright bring cheek dare dead dear death delight doth drink Earth eyes face fair fall fear fhall field figh fing fire fleep flowers ftill give gold golden gone grace grave green grief grow hair hand happy Hark hath head hear heart heaven HENRY hope hour JOHN keep kill kind kings kiss ladies leave Left light lips live look love thee Love's lover MADRIGALS maid meet mind mistress morn move never night notes once pity play poor pretty queen quiet rich rise ROBERT ROBERT HERRICK roses round smile SONG sorrow soul sound speak Spring sweet tears tell thee thine things THOMAS thou thought tree true unto WALLER weep WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wilt wind wine wings young
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الصفحة 70 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend — This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall: Lord of himself, though not of lands, And, having nothing, yet hath all.
الصفحة 154 - That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I : And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a...
الصفحة 59 - Or the nard in the fire ? Or have tasted the bag of the bee ? O so white, O so soft, O so sweet is she!
الصفحة 104 - Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
الصفحة 106 - ON A GIRDLE. That which her slender waist confined, Shall now my joyful temples bind ; No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer, My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass, and yet there Dwelt all that's good and all that's fair; Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.
الصفحة 114 - 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.
الصفحة 116 - 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. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting; The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best, which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry: For having lost but once your prime, You may...
الصفحة 24 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished! Reply, reply. It is engendered in the eyes. With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell.
الصفحة 161 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
الصفحة 28 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.