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Albertus Morton Angler appended ascribed to Raleigh Ashm authority Ben Jonson Birch Bodleian Cayley Cens Collection Collier's Countess of Devonshire death Donne doth doubt Dyce editor Ellis England's Helicon entitled Epitaph evidence Faery Queen Farewell Francis Davison giue given hath haue heart Heli Hoskins Ignoto inserted Izaak Walton Jonson King Lee Priory edition letter Lord loue Love Malone marked mentioned mind Nicolas's Oldys Oxford edition Parliament of 1614 Passionate Pembroke Percy piece Poet poetry praise prefixed Prince d'Amour probably Puttenham Queen quoted Raleigh wrote Raleigh's claim Raleigh's Poems Rawl remarks Reply repr reprinted Ritson says scarcely seems Shakesp shew signature signed Sir Egerton Brydges Sir Henry Wotton Sir Walter Raleigh Soul stanza sweet Tann tell thee thou thought tion transcribed translation Variations Venice verses viii volume Wood's writer written by Sir youth
Página 139 - Thy coral clasps, and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy love.
Página 138 - The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward Winter reckoning yields: A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither — soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
Página 80 - I saw the world, and yet I was not seen; My thread is cut, and yet it is not spun; And now I live, and now my life is done! I sought my death, and found it in my womb; I looked for life, and saw it was a shade; I trod the earth, and knew it was my tomb; And now I die, and now I am but made; The glass is full, and now my glass is run; And now I live, and now my life is done!
Página 85 - Even such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust ; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust. My God shall raise me up, I trust ! ELIZABETHAN MISCELLANIES.
Página 88 - THE world's a bubble, and the life of man less than a span; In his conception wretched, from the womb so to the tomb: Curst from the cradle, and brought up to years with cares and fears. Who then to frail mortality shall trust, But limns the water, or but writes in dust.
Página xxii - An ambassador is an honest man, sent to lie abroad for the good of his country.
Página 24 - You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own ; What are you when the rose is blown ? So, when my mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not design'd Th...
Página 40 - Whose armour is his honest thought And simple truth his utmost skill! Whose passions not his masters...
Página 122 - In the loose rhymes of every poetaster? Could I be more than any man that lives, Great, fair, rich, wise, all in superlatives; Yet I more freely would these gifts resign, Than ever fortune would have made them mine; And hold one minute of this holy leisure Beyond the riches of this empty pleasure.