Rare Poems of the 16th and 17th CentWm. J. Linton 1883 - 264 من الصفحات |
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... , and patient ! Nought with thy tongue thyself discure The thingis thou hast of nature ; For if thou dost , thou should repent : Be secret , true , and patient ! JOHN HEYWOOD A PRAISE OF HIS LADY IVE PLACE , 2 DUNBAR ADVICE TO LOVERS.
... , and patient ! Nought with thy tongue thyself discure The thingis thou hast of nature ; For if thou dost , thou should repent : Be secret , true , and patient ! JOHN HEYWOOD A PRAISE OF HIS LADY IVE PLACE , 2 DUNBAR ADVICE TO LOVERS.
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... dost thou ; But I live all in pain , And subject am to Her , alas ! That makes my grief her gain . Thou livest , but feel'st no grief ; No love doth thee torment . A happy thing for me it were . ( If God were so content ) That thou with ...
... dost thou ; But I live all in pain , And subject am to Her , alas ! That makes my grief her gain . Thou livest , but feel'st no grief ; No love doth thee torment . A happy thing for me it were . ( If God were so content ) That thou with ...
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... man ! happy wife ! No pride shall them oppress , Nor yet shall yield to loathsome sluttishness ; And jealousy is slain , For Hymen will their coupled joys maintain . WOOING STUFF FAINT AMORIST ! what , dost thou think SIDNEY 25.
... man ! happy wife ! No pride shall them oppress , Nor yet shall yield to loathsome sluttishness ; And jealousy is slain , For Hymen will their coupled joys maintain . WOOING STUFF FAINT AMORIST ! what , dost thou think SIDNEY 25.
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Wm. J. Linton. WOOING STUFF FAINT AMORIST ! what , dost thou think To taste Love's honey , and not drink One dram of gall ? or to devour A world of sweet , and taste no sour ? Dost thou ever think to enter Th ' Elysian Fields , that ...
Wm. J. Linton. WOOING STUFF FAINT AMORIST ! what , dost thou think To taste Love's honey , and not drink One dram of gall ? or to devour A world of sweet , and taste no sour ? Dost thou ever think to enter Th ' Elysian Fields , that ...
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... self hath kiss'd it ofter Than e'er he did his mother's doves , Supposing her the Queen of Loves That was thy mistress , Best of Gloves ! ON MARGARET RATCLIFFE MARBLE ! weep , for thou dost 68 JONSON SONG OF SATYRS HER GLOVE.
... self hath kiss'd it ofter Than e'er he did his mother's doves , Supposing her the Queen of Loves That was thy mistress , Best of Gloves ! ON MARGARET RATCLIFFE MARBLE ! weep , for thou dost 68 JONSON SONG OF SATYRS HER GLOVE.
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
adieu AMETAS Anthony Munday barley-break beauty beauty's beggars bel ami bright CARMELA CLORINDA CORYDON Cynthia dainty DAMON dare dear death delight desire Diana disdain doth earth Ellis England's Helicon EPITHALAMIUM eyes fair faith Fancy fear fire flame flowers Folly Fortune golden golden morning breaks grace grief hast hath heart heaven hope joys keep kiss Lady light lips live Loue love anew love true Love's lover Lycoris MADRIGALS methinks mind mirth Mistress N'oserez-vous ne'er never night nought Nymphs pain PHILISTUS Phillada flouts PHILLIDA play pleasure poems poet poor praise pride RICHARD BROME scorn shepherd shine sigh sight sing sleep smile SONG Sonnets sorrow soul Spring stanza stars stay sweet Love tears thee thine thing THOMAS NABBES thou dost Thou lovest amiss Thou must begin thoughts three Ravens TOTTEL'S MISCELLANY tree true love unto untrue Love virtue weep
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الصفحة 112 - Her finger was so small, the ring Would not stay on which they did bring, It was too wide a peck : And to say truth, for out it must, ' It look'd like the great collar, just, About our young colt's neck. Her feet beneath her petticoat, Like little mice stole in and out...
الصفحة 202 - THERE is a Lady sweet and kind, Was never face so pleased my mind; I did but see her passing by, And yet I love her till I die.
الصفحة 42 - Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content ; The quiet mind is richer than a crown ; Sweet are the nights in careless slumber spent ; The poor estate scorns fortune's angry frown : Such sweet content, such minds, such sleep, such bliss, Beggars enjoy, when princes 6ft do miss.
الصفحة 16 - Only joy, now here you are, Fit to hear and ease my care; Let my whispering voice obtain Sweet reward for sharpest pain; Take me to thee, and thee to me. "No, no, no, no, my dear, let be.
الصفحة 87 - Hark, now everything is still, The screech-owl and the whistler shrill Call upon our dame aloud, And bid her quickly don her shroud...
الصفحة 36 - As fresh as bin the flowers in May, And of my love my roundelay, My merry, merry, merry roundelay, Concludes with Cupid's curse, — They that do change old love for new, Pray Gods they change for worse ! Ambo simul They that do change, etc.
الصفحة 182 - Weep you no more, sad fountains; What need you flow so fast? Look how the snowy mountains Heaven's sun doth gently waste! But my sun's heavenly eyes, View not your weeping, That now lies sleeping Softly, now softly lies Sleeping.
الصفحة 56 - tis my outward soul, Viceroy to that, which then to heaven being gone, Will leave this to control, And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution.
الصفحة 131 - Yet this is she whose chaster laws The wanton Love shall one day fear, And, under her command severe, See his bow broke and ensigns torn. Happy, who can Appease this virtuous enemy of man!
الصفحة 91 - TO DAISIES, NOT TO SHUT SO SOON SHUT not so soon ; the dull-eyed night Has not as yet begun To make a seizure on the light, Or to seal up the sun. No marigolds yet closed are, — No shadows great appear ; Nor doth the early shepherd's star Shine like a spangle here. Stay but till my Julia close Her life-begetting eye, And let the whole world then dispose Itself to live or die.