The Jacobean PoetsC. Scribner's sons, 1894 - 226 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 95 - And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows, That we one jot of former love retain.
الصفحة 55 - If thou be'st born to strange sights, Things invisible to see, Ride ten thousand days and nights, Till age snow white hairs on thee, Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me All strange wonders that befell thee, And swear No where Lives a woman true, and fair. If thou find'st one, let me know, Such a pilgrimage were sweet; Yet do not, I would not go, Though at next door we might meet, Though she were true, when you met her, And last, till you write your letter, Yet she Will be False, ere I come, to...
الصفحة 85 - When thou must home to shades of underground, And there arrived, a new admired guest, The beauteous spirits do engirt thee round, White lope, blithe Helen, and the rest...
الصفحة 71 - Maiden pinks of odour faint, Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint, And sweet thyme true; Primrose, first-born child of Ver, Merry spring-time's harbinger, With her bells dim; Oxlips in their cradles growing, Marigolds on death-beds blowing, Lark-heels trim; All, dear Nature's children sweet.
الصفحة 97 - This Life, which seems so fair, Is like a bubble blown up in the air By sporting children's breath, Who chase it everywhere And strive who can most motion it bequeath.
الصفحة 148 - UNDERNEATH this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse, SIDNEY'S sister, PEMBROKE'S mother ; Death ! ere thou hast slain another, Learn'd and fair, and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.
الصفحة 141 - His certain life, that never can deceive him, Is full of thousand sweets and rich content : The smooth-leaved beeches in the field receive him With coolest shades, till...
الصفحة 85 - Proserpina This night by moon-shine leading merry rounds Holds a watch with sweet love, Down the dale, up the hill; No plaints or groans may move Their holy vigil. All you that will hold watch with love, The...
الصفحة 51 - Paradise, from whom Did all things' verdure and their lustre come, Whose composition was miraculous, Being all colour, all diaphanous, (For...
الصفحة 28 - Three years, but we have reached it in ten months. This is the day wherein, to all my friends, I will pronounce the happy word, 'Be rich!