The Book of Elizabethan VerseWilliam Stanley Braithwaite H. B. Turner & Company, 1907 - 823 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 6
... And thou two sweeter eyes Shalt see than those which by Penèus ' streams Did once thy heart surprise . Nay , suns , which shine as clear As thou when two thou did to Rome appear . Now , Flora , deck thyself in fairest guise : 6 THE BOOK OF.
... And thou two sweeter eyes Shalt see than those which by Penèus ' streams Did once thy heart surprise . Nay , suns , which shine as clear As thou when two thou did to Rome appear . Now , Flora , deck thyself in fairest guise : 6 THE BOOK OF.
الصفحة 16
... once transformed in me , Then in thy bosom would I pour my soul ; Then all my thoughts should in thy visage shine , And if that ought mischanced thou should'st not moan Nor bear the burthen of thy griefs alone ; No , I would have my ...
... once transformed in me , Then in thy bosom would I pour my soul ; Then all my thoughts should in thy visage shine , And if that ought mischanced thou should'st not moan Nor bear the burthen of thy griefs alone ; No , I would have my ...
الصفحة 25
... once we go a - Maying . Come , my Corinna , come ; and coming , mark How each field turns a street , each street a park , Made green and trimm'd with trees ! see how Devotion gives each house a bough Or branch ! each porch , each door ...
... once we go a - Maying . Come , my Corinna , come ; and coming , mark How each field turns a street , each street a park , Made green and trimm'd with trees ! see how Devotion gives each house a bough Or branch ! each porch , each door ...
الصفحة 26
... does the sun . And , as a vapour or a drop of rain , Once lost , can ne'er be found again , So when or you or I are made A fable , song , or fleeting shade , All love , all liking , all delight Lies drowned 26 THE BOOK OF.
... does the sun . And , as a vapour or a drop of rain , Once lost , can ne'er be found again , So when or you or I are made A fable , song , or fleeting shade , All love , all liking , all delight Lies drowned 26 THE BOOK OF.
الصفحة 38
... once your prime You may for ever tarry . R. Herrick Philomela AS it fell upon a day In the merry month of May , Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made , Beasts did leap and birds did sing , Trees did grow and plants ...
... once your prime You may for ever tarry . R. Herrick Philomela AS it fell upon a day In the merry month of May , Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made , Beasts did leap and birds did sing , Trees did grow and plants ...
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الصفحة 412 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
الصفحة 523 - Tu-whit, tu-who ! a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit, tu-who ! a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
الصفحة 59 - 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 391 - Orpheus with his lute made trees. And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung ; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring.
الصفحة 605 - 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. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...
الصفحة 69 - 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 502 - SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky! The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly...
الصفحة 603 - Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
الصفحة 169 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired' be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness; And, being helped, inhabits there.
الصفحة 155 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.