Love Songs of English Poets, 1500-1800W. Heinemann, 1892 - Всего страниц: 277 |
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... pretty imaginings of Cowley , and the humour of Sedley . After that the great song - birds of English love become for a time extinct . Some of these poets may be inadequately repre- sented in this collection . The reader's favourite may ...
... pretty imaginings of Cowley , and the humour of Sedley . After that the great song - birds of English love become for a time extinct . Some of these poets may be inadequately repre- sented in this collection . The reader's favourite may ...
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... Pretty False - eyed Wanton FRANCIS DAVISON Love ! if a God thou art Dispraise of Love and Lovers ' Follies A Comparison SIR HENRY WOTTON On his Mistress , the Queen of Bohemia 75 76 77 3654 78 888 THOMAS MIDDLETON PAGE The Welshwoman's ...
... Pretty False - eyed Wanton FRANCIS DAVISON Love ! if a God thou art Dispraise of Love and Lovers ' Follies A Comparison SIR HENRY WOTTON On his Mistress , the Queen of Bohemia 75 76 77 3654 78 888 THOMAS MIDDLETON PAGE The Welshwoman's ...
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... pretty Birds Good Morrow BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER Take , oh ! take those Lips away Constancy 90 90 92 92 93 94 95 1850 96 97 The Student awakened by Love Speak , Love ! 888 ΙΟΙ Hear what mighty Love can do ΙΟΙ A Bridal Song 102 At Cupid's ...
... pretty Birds Good Morrow BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER Take , oh ! take those Lips away Constancy 90 90 92 92 93 94 95 1850 96 97 The Student awakened by Love Speak , Love ! 888 ΙΟΙ Hear what mighty Love can do ΙΟΙ A Bridal Song 102 At Cupid's ...
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... pretty thing in privity : ' Good sir , ' quoth she , ' fain would I crave One thing which you yourself not have : Nor never had yet in times past , Nor never shall while life doth last . And if you seek to find it out , You lose your ...
... pretty thing in privity : ' Good sir , ' quoth she , ' fain would I crave One thing which you yourself not have : Nor never had yet in times past , Nor never shall while life doth last . And if you seek to find it out , You lose your ...
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... pretty thing , And of his lovely praises ring My merry , merry roundelays , Amen to Cupid's curse , They that do change old love for new , Pray gods , they change for worse ! Edmund Spenser The poetic distinction of Edmund Spenser can ...
... pretty thing , And of his lovely praises ring My merry , merry roundelays , Amen to Cupid's curse , They that do change old love for new , Pray gods , they change for worse ! Edmund Spenser The poetic distinction of Edmund Spenser can ...
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Стр. 266 - BRIGHT star ! would I were steadfast as thou art,— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...
Стр. 69 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Стр. 57 - 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. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.
Стр. 226 - All impulses of soul and sense had thrilled my guileless Genevieve; The music, and the doleful tale, the rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, an undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, subdued and cherished long. She wept with pity and delight, she blushed with love and virgin shame ; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name.
Стр. 143 - Bid me to live, and I will live Thy Protestant to be ! Or bid me love, and I will give A loving heart to thee. A heart as soft, a heart as kind, A heart as sound and free As in the whole world thou canst find, That heart I'll give to thee.
Стр. 141 - GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry; For...
Стр. 224 - With downcast eyes and modest grace For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face. I told her of the Knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that for ten long years he wooed The Lady of the Land.
Стр. 217 - I travelled among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea; Nor, England! did I know till then What love I bore to thee. Tis past, that melancholy dream! Nor will I quit thy shore A second time; for still I seem To love thee more and more. Among thy mountains did I feel The joy of my desire; And she I cherished turned her wheel Beside an English fire. Thy mornings showed, thy nights concealed The bowers where Lucy played; And thine too is the last green field That Lucy's eyes surveyed.
Стр. 148 - 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. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired.
Стр. 55 - A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull, Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold. A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
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The Magazine of Poetry and Literary Review, Том 5,Выпуск 1 Charles Wells Moulton Полный просмотр - 1893 |