The Poets of the Elizabethan Age: A Selection of Their Most Celebrated Songs and SonnetsCassell, Petter and Galpin, 1862 - 83 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 12
... flowers ' bale : And thus I see among these pleasant things Each care decays , and yet my sorrow springs . HENRY HOWARD , EARL OF SURREY . COME , SLEEP , O SLEEP . COME , Sleep , O Sleep , the certain knot of peace , The baiting place ...
... flowers ' bale : And thus I see among these pleasant things Each care decays , and yet my sorrow springs . HENRY HOWARD , EARL OF SURREY . COME , SLEEP , O SLEEP . COME , Sleep , O Sleep , the certain knot of peace , The baiting place ...
الصفحة 19
... Doth clothe the tree with leaves , and ground with flowers , And time of year reviveth every thing , And lovely nature smiles , and nothing lours ; 20 SONNET . Then Philomela most doth strain her breast. B 2 WHEN MAY IS IN HIS PRIME.
... Doth clothe the tree with leaves , and ground with flowers , And time of year reviveth every thing , And lovely nature smiles , and nothing lours ; 20 SONNET . Then Philomela most doth strain her breast. B 2 WHEN MAY IS IN HIS PRIME.
الصفحة 21
... flowers and a kirtle , Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle : 22 22 THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE . A. THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE . FROM THE INTRODUCTION TO A MIRROUR FOR MAGISTRATES . " THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD.
... flowers and a kirtle , Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle : 22 22 THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE . A. THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE . FROM THE INTRODUCTION TO A MIRROUR FOR MAGISTRATES . " THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD.
الصفحة 23
... , sobs fuel are , And sighs do blow her fire . May never was the month of love , For May is full of flowers ; But rather April , wet by kind , For love is full of showers . 24 LOVE'S SERVILE LOT . Like tyrant , cruel wounds.
... , sobs fuel are , And sighs do blow her fire . May never was the month of love , For May is full of flowers ; But rather April , wet by kind , For love is full of showers . 24 LOVE'S SERVILE LOT . Like tyrant , cruel wounds.
الصفحة 30
... flowers ( wherewith the summer's queen Had clad the earth ) now Boreas ' blasts down blew , And small fowls flocking , in their song did rue The winter's wrath , wherewith each thing defaced In woful wise bewailed the summer past ...
... flowers ( wherewith the summer's queen Had clad the earth ) now Boreas ' blasts down blew , And small fowls flocking , in their song did rue The winter's wrath , wherewith each thing defaced In woful wise bewailed the summer past ...
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569 The borrower ARVARDIANAE awake BEN JONSON BIRDS IN SPRING Blame blow blush breath of great-eyed bright brow Cambridge Campaspe CELIA'S TRIUMPH Christmas cold compared with Thee CUPID delight E. M. WIMPERIS earth EDMUND SPENSER eyes face fair Samela flocks flowers garlands GEORGE WITHER give the lie grace great-eyed kine greenwood tree happy Harvard College hath heart heaven heaven's gate Heigh hither ICICLES HANG JOHN GILBERT JULIAN PORTCH KINGDOM kiss Library FROM Miss live look LOVE'S SERVILE LOT lovely rose Lute merry note mind mirth Miss A. E. Walton morn night NYMPH overdue PASSIONATE SHEPHERD Philomel play Prithee QUEEN RISING AND PRAYER ROBERT GREENE ROBERT HERRICK SHEPHERD'S COMMENDATION shine SIR PHILIP SIDNEY sleep SONNET sorrow soul sweet content SWEET day Tell things thou art Thou hast thy thou winter wind thy love Thy presence Tu-whoo tunes unto wakes what's Widener Library WIDENER WIDENER SEPANO WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE yield
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الصفحة 38 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
الصفحة 22 - A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
الصفحة 14 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies; How silently, and with how wan a face; What, may it be that even in heavenly place That busy archer his sharp arrows tries...
الصفحة 12 - Of those fierce darts Despair at me doth throw. 0 make in me those civil wars to cease: 1 will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, A chamber deaf to noise and blind to light, A rosy garland and a weary head: And if these things, as being thine by right, Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me, Livelier than elsewhere, Stella's image see.
الصفحة 76 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
الصفحة 12 - The turtle to her mate hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings ; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.
الصفحة 49 - The Sundays of man's life, Threaded together on time's string, Make bracelets to adorn the wife Of the eternal glorious King. On Sunday heaven's gate stands ope ; Blessings are plentiful" and rife, More plentiful than hope.
الصفحة 40 - Say to the court, it glows, And shines like rotten wood; Say to the church, it shows What's good, and doth no good. If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie. Tell potentates they live Acting by others' action; Not loved unless they give, Not strong but by a faction.
الصفحة 66 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
الصفحة 61 - 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.