The Book of Elizabethan VerseWilliam Stanley Braithwaite Chatto & Windus, 1908 - 823 páginas |
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... lovers wha lyis : Now skaillis the skyis ; The nicht is neir gone . The fieldis ouerflowis With gowans that growis , Quhair lilies like low is As red as the rone . The turtle that true is , With notes that renewis , Her pairty pursuis ...
... lovers wha lyis : Now skaillis the skyis ; The nicht is neir gone . The fieldis ouerflowis With gowans that growis , Quhair lilies like low is As red as the rone . The turtle that true is , With notes that renewis , Her pairty pursuis ...
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... lovers meet , old wives a - sunning sit , In every street these tunes our ears do greet- Cuckoo , jug - jug , pu ... Lover THE HE soote season , that bud and bloom forth brings , With green hath clad the hill and eke the vale : The ...
... lovers meet , old wives a - sunning sit , In every street these tunes our ears do greet- Cuckoo , jug - jug , pu ... Lover THE HE soote season , that bud and bloom forth brings , With green hath clad the hill and eke the vale : The ...
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... lover , sick to death , Wished himself the heaven's breath . 66 Air , " quoth he , " thy cheeks may blow ; Air , would I might triumph so ! But , alas , my hand is sworn Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn : Vow , alack , for youth ...
... lover , sick to death , Wished himself the heaven's breath . 66 Air , " quoth he , " thy cheeks may blow ; Air , would I might triumph so ! But , alas , my hand is sworn Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn : Vow , alack , for youth ...
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... May - lord here I stand . Rejoice , oh , English hearts , rejoice ! Rejoice , oh , lovers dear ! Rejoice , oh , city , town , and country , Rejoice eke every shire ! For now the fragrant flowers do spring And sprout in 33 ELIZABETHAN VERSE.
... May - lord here I stand . Rejoice , oh , English hearts , rejoice ! Rejoice , oh , lovers dear ! Rejoice , oh , city , town , and country , Rejoice eke every shire ! For now the fragrant flowers do spring And sprout in 33 ELIZABETHAN VERSE.
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... lover kills . Whilst that she O cruel maid ! - - Doth me and my true love despise , My life's flourish is decayed , That depended on her eyes : But her will must be obeyed , And well he ends , for love who dies . Under the Greenwood ...
... lover kills . Whilst that she O cruel maid ! - - Doth me and my true love despise , My life's flourish is decayed , That depended on her eyes : But her will must be obeyed , And well he ends , for love who dies . Under the Greenwood ...
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Anon Astrophel and Stella beauty bel ami Ben Jonson birds bliss breast breath bright Bullen Campion Corydon dear death delight desire dost doth Dowden earth Elizabethan England's Helicon eyes Faery Queene fair fairy-queen faith fear fire Fletcher flowers give glory golden grace green grief hair happy hath heart heaven heavenly Herrick honour Jonson King kiss Lady leave light Line Line 11 lips live livës joy look Lord Love's Love's Labour's Lost lovers lullaby Madrigals maids merry mind Muse N'oserez never night nymphs passions pity pleasure poem poets praise Prof Queen Queen Mab rest roses says Shakespeare shalt shepherd shine sighs sing sleep smile song sonnet sorrow soul Spenser spring stanzas star sweet tears tell Tereus thee thine things thou art thought true love unto verse wanton weep Whilst wind youth
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Página 641 - 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...
Página 657 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Página 201 - Go, lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Página 550 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's •waste...
Página 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.
Página 401 - 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.
Página 536 - 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...
Página 440 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby ; Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby : Never harm, Nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh ; So, good night, with lullaby.
Página 639 - Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Página 45 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.