The Book of Elizabethan VerseWilliam Stanley Braithwaite H. B. Turner & Company, 1907 - 823 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 2
... sing ; To give my Love good - morrow ! To give my Love good - morrow Notes from them all I'll borrow . Wake from thy nest , robin red - breast , Sing birds in every furrow , And from each bill let music shrill Give my fair Love good ...
... sing ; To give my Love good - morrow ! To give my Love good - morrow Notes from them all I'll borrow . Wake from thy nest , robin red - breast , Sing birds in every furrow , And from each bill let music shrill Give my fair Love good ...
الصفحة 3
... sing To the glittering Delian king ! Hark , Hark ! the Lark J. Lyly HARK , hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings , And Phoebus ' gins arise , His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies ; And winking Mary - buds ...
... sing To the glittering Delian king ! Hark , Hark ! the Lark J. Lyly HARK , hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings , And Phoebus ' gins arise , His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies ; And winking Mary - buds ...
الصفحة 6
... sing ; Make an eternal Spring ! Give life to this dark world which lieth dead ; Spread forth thy golden hair In larger locks than thou wast wont before , And emperor - like decore With diadem of pearl thy temples fair : Chase hence the ...
... sing ; Make an eternal Spring ! Give life to this dark world which lieth dead ; Spread forth thy golden hair In larger locks than thou wast wont before , And emperor - like decore With diadem of pearl thy temples fair : Chase hence the ...
الصفحة 7
... sings his lovely lay And every bird upon the bush bechirps it up so gay : With a heave and a ho ! with a heave and a ho ! Thy ... Sing , care away , care away , let the world go ! Anon . 9 . Stay , O Sweet TAY , O sweet 7 ELIZABETHAN VERSE.
... sings his lovely lay And every bird upon the bush bechirps it up so gay : With a heave and a ho ! with a heave and a ho ! Thy ... Sing , care away , care away , let the world go ! Anon . 9 . Stay , O Sweet TAY , O sweet 7 ELIZABETHAN VERSE.
الصفحة 10
... sing for their saikis 66 The nicht is neir gone ! All courageous knichtis Aganis the day dichtis 99 The breist ... sings , 1Ο THE BOOK OF.
... sing for their saikis 66 The nicht is neir gone ! All courageous knichtis Aganis the day dichtis 99 The breist ... sings , 1Ο THE BOOK OF.
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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.