English PastoralsEdmund Kerchever Chambers Blackie & Son, 1895 - 280 من الصفحات |
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... wanton toyes away did wype . Hobbinol . Colin , to heare thy rymes and roundelayes , Which thou wert wont on wastefull hylles to singe , 1 heydeguyes , the hay , a country dance . I more delight then larke in Sommer dayes , Whose EDMUND ...
... wanton toyes away did wype . Hobbinol . Colin , to heare thy rymes and roundelayes , Which thou wert wont on wastefull hylles to singe , 1 heydeguyes , the hay , a country dance . I more delight then larke in Sommer dayes , Whose EDMUND ...
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... wanton brook ; So may your sliding race Shun loathèd - loving banks with cunning crook ; So in you ever new Mira may look her face , And make you fair with shadow of her hue ; So when you pay your due To mother sea you come , She chide ...
... wanton brook ; So may your sliding race Shun loathèd - loving banks with cunning crook ; So in you ever new Mira may look her face , And make you fair with shadow of her hue ; So when you pay your due To mother sea you come , She chide ...
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... wanton trick : Where sat the swain and his wife , Sporting in that pleasing life , That Coridon commendeth so , All other lives to over - go . He and she did sit and keep Flocks of kids and folds of sheep ; He upon his pipe did play ...
... wanton trick : Where sat the swain and his wife , Sporting in that pleasing life , That Coridon commendeth so , All other lives to over - go . He and she did sit and keep Flocks of kids and folds of sheep ; He upon his pipe did play ...
الصفحة 61
Edmund Kerchever Chambers. Love did lie within her eyes In ambush for some wanton prize . A liefer lass than this had been Coridon had never seen , Nor was Phyllis , that fair may , Half so gaudy or so gay . She wore a chaplet on her ...
Edmund Kerchever Chambers. Love did lie within her eyes In ambush for some wanton prize . A liefer lass than this had been Coridon had never seen , Nor was Phyllis , that fair may , Half so gaudy or so gay . She wore a chaplet on her ...
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... wanton then , I ween , As is a king in dalljance with a queen ; More wanton too , For kings have many griefs affects to move , Where shepherds have no greater grief than love : Ah then , ah then , If country loves such sweet desires do ...
... wanton then , I ween , As is a king in dalljance with a queen ; More wanton too , For kings have many griefs affects to move , Where shepherds have no greater grief than love : Ah then , ah then , If country loves such sweet desires do ...
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A. H. Bullen Arcadia Balliol College beauty birds bough bowers C. H. HERFORD Caelica Ceres cloth Colin College colour Corydon Crown 8vo Cuddy dance delight doth E. K. CHAMBERS earth Eclogue Edited England's Helicon English eyes F'cap 8vo fair flocks flowers Four Parts 4to garlands gentle golden grace green groves hath hear heart heaven hills Hobbinol honour JEROME HARRISON king kiss lambs lass leaves Let thy swans lilies live Lobbin Clout love's lovers Lubberkin Lycidas maid Makyne Melanthus merry morn mountains mourn Muses music Along let never Nico night nymphs o'er pastoral Patie Phillida Phillis Phoebus pipe plain play poems pretty queen rose shade sheep shepherd shepherdess sighs song sorrow Spenser sport spring swain sweet tears tell thee Theocritus thine thou thy bank thy swans sing Thyrsis tree tune unto volume wanton wawking Whilst wind woods youth
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الصفحة 93 - Yet nature is made better by no mean But nature makes that mean : so, over that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
الصفحة 195 - That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring ; Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string. Hence with denial vain, and coy excuse ; So may some gentle Muse With lucky words favour my destined urn ; 20 And as he passes turn, And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud.
الصفحة 197 - O fountain Arethuse, and thou honoured flood, Smooth-sliding Mincius, crowned with vocal reeds, That strain I heard was of a higher mood. But now my oat proceeds, And listens to the Herald of the Sea, That came in Neptune's plea.
الصفحة 89 - 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 72 - Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity : 'Fie, fie, fie...
الصفحة 91 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding: Sweet lovers love the spring.
الصفحة 194 - Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. 5 Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due...
الصفحة 76 - 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 196 - Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream : Ah me ! I fondly dream, Had ye been there...
الصفحة 93 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's wagon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets, dim But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can...