Lyrical Verse, Selected and Edited, المجلد 1 |
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Abraham Cowley adieu Love Anon Beaumont and Fletcher beauty beauty's Ben Jonson birds bliss breast breath bright Campion CRUEL LOVE dead dear death delight disdain dost doth earth eyes fair fall false fate fear fire flowers give grace green grief hast hath hear heart heaven Herrick honour John Fletcher John Ford Jonson kiss light lips live look love anew Love's lovers Lycidas maiden melancholy Methinks mind MISTRESS move Muse ne'er never Nicholas Breton night Nought numbers o'er pain passion Phillada flouts pity pleasure poor praise pride prove Robert Greene Robert Herrick rose scorn seas shade Shakespeare shepherd sigh sing Sir John Suckling sleep smile SONG sorrow soul star sweet tears tell thine things Thomas Campion Thomas Carew thou art thought tree untrue Love wanton weep white-thorn wind youth
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الصفحة 51 - 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.
الصفحة 108 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
الصفحة 24 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
الصفحة 20 - And brass eternal slave to mortal rage; When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state, Or state itself confounded to decay; Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death, which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose.
الصفحة 188 - Now strike the golden lyre again : A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead And amazed he stares around. Revenge, revenge...
الصفحة 52 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend...
الصفحة 38 - 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 13 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
الصفحة 167 - What could the muse herself that Orpheus bore, The muse herself, for her enchanting son Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?
الصفحة 187 - He sung Darius great and good By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, Fallen from his high estate, And weltering in his blood ; Deserted at his utmost need By those his former bounty fed ; On the bare earth exposed he lies With not a friend to close his eyes.