The complete works of Michael Drayton. With intr. and notes by R. Hooper, Volumen 21876 |
Términos y frases comunes
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Pasajes populares
Página 146 - The tydy for her notes as delicate as they, The laughing hecco, then the counterfeiting jay. The softer with the shrill (some hid among the leaves, Some in the taller trees, some in the lower greaves) Thus sing away the morn, until the mounting sun, Through thick exhaled fogs his golden head hath run, And through the twisted tops of our close covert creeps To kiss the gentle shade, this while that sweetly sleeps.
Página 145 - East Gilds every lofty top, which late the humorous night Bespangled had with pearl to please the morning's sight: On which the mirthful quires, with their clear open throats, Unto the joyful morn so strain their warbling notes, That hills and valleys ring, and even the echoing air Seems all composed of sounds, about them everywhere. The throstle, with shrill sharps; as purposely he song T...
Página 145 - As nature him had marked of purpose, t' let us see That from all other birds his tunes should different be : For with their vocal sounds they sing to pleasant May ; Upon his dulcet pipe the merle doth only play.
Página 147 - He rousing rusheth out, and through the brakes doth drive, As though up by the roots the bushes he would rive. And through the cumb'rous thicks, as fearfully he makes. He with his branched head the tender saplings shakes, That sprinkling their moist pearl do seem for him to weep; When after goes the cry, with yellings loud...
Página 148 - The churlish-throated hounds then holding him at bay, And as their cruel fangs on his harsh skin they lay, With his sharp-pointed head he dealeth deadly wounds. The hunter, coming in to help his wearied hounds, He desperately assails; until opprest by force, He who the mourner is to his own dying corse, Upon the ruthless earth his precious tears lets fall To forests that belongs.
Página 145 - Upon his dulcet pipe the merle doth only play. When in the lower brake, the nightingale hard by, In such lamenting strains the joyful hours doth ply, As though the other birds she to her tunes would draw. And, but that nature (by her all-constraining law) Each bird to her own kind this season doth invite...
Página 150 - His happy time he spends the works of God to see, In those so sundry herbs which there in plenty grow, Whose sundry strange effects he only seeks to know. And in a little maund, being made of oziers small, Which serveth him to do full many a thing withal, He very choicely sorts his simples got abroad.
Página 147 - Brave huntress ; but no beast shall prove thy quarries here ; Save those the best of chase, the tall and lusty red, The stag for goodly shape, and stateliness of head, Is fitt'st to hunt at force. For whom, when with his hounds The labouring hunter tufts the thick unbarbed grounds, Where harbour'd is the hart...
Página 227 - Under the axe's stroke, fetched many a grievous groan. When as the anvil's weight, and hammer's dreadful sound, Even rent the hollow woods and shook the queachy ground ; So that the trembling nymphs, oppressed through ghastly fear.
Página 227 - Expelled their quiet seats, and place of their abode. When labouring carts they saw to hold their daily trade, Where they in summer wont to sport them in the shade. ' Could we,' say they, ' suppose that any would us cherish Which suffer every day the holiest things to perish? Or to our daily want to minister supply? These iron times breed none that mind posterity.