The Golden Pomp: A Procession of English Lyrics from Surrey to ShirleyArthur Quiller-Couch Methuen, 1895 - Всего страниц: 382 |
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... fair Love good - morrow ! Blackbird and thrush in every bush , Stare , 1 linnet , and cocksparrow , You pretty elves , amongst yourselves Sing my fair Love good - morrow : To give my Love good - morrow , Sing , birds , in every furrow ...
... fair Love good - morrow ! Blackbird and thrush in every bush , Stare , 1 linnet , and cocksparrow , You pretty elves , amongst yourselves Sing my fair Love good - morrow : To give my Love good - morrow , Sing , birds , in every furrow ...
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... fair : Chase hence the ugly night Which serves but to make dear thy glorious light . This is that happy morn That day , long wished day Of all my life so dark ( If cruel stars have not my ruin sworn 1 Mate . And fates not hope betray ) ...
... fair : Chase hence the ugly night Which serves but to make dear thy glorious light . This is that happy morn That day , long wished day Of all my life so dark ( If cruel stars have not my ruin sworn 1 Mate . And fates not hope betray ) ...
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... Fair King , who all preserves , But show thy blushing beams , And thou two sweeter eyes Shalt see than those which by Penéus ' streams Did once thy heart surprise : Nay , suns , which shine as clear As thou when two thou did to Rome ...
... Fair King , who all preserves , But show thy blushing beams , And thou two sweeter eyes Shalt see than those which by Penéus ' streams Did once thy heart surprise : Nay , suns , which shine as clear As thou when two thou did to Rome ...
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... fair Fresh - quilted colours through the air : Get up , sweet slug - a - bed , and see The dew - bespangled herb and tree ! Each flower has wept and bow'd toward the east , Above an hour since , yet you not drest ; Nay ! not so much as ...
... fair Fresh - quilted colours through the air : Get up , sweet slug - a - bed , and see The dew - bespangled herb and tree ! Each flower has wept and bow'd toward the east , Above an hour since , yet you not drest ; Nay ! not so much as ...
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... FAIR A - FIELD SEE where my Love a - maying goes With sweet dame Flora sporting ! She most alone with nightingales In woods delights consorting . Turn again , my dearest ! The pleasant'st air's in meadows ; Else by the river let us ...
... FAIR A - FIELD SEE where my Love a - maying goes With sweet dame Flora sporting ! She most alone with nightingales In woods delights consorting . Turn again , my dearest ! The pleasant'st air's in meadows ; Else by the river let us ...
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Anon ANTHONY HOPE Author babe Baring Gould beauty birds Book of Airs bright Buckram Campion Corydon Crown 8vo cuckoo dear death delight dost doth E. F. BENSON earth England's Helicon English eyes fair fairy-queen fear flowers GILBERT PARKER GORDON BROWNE grace green Greensleeves grief H. C. BEECHING hath heart heaven heavenly Heigh Herrick honour JOHN KEBLE Jonson king kiss Lady leave light lips live look Lord Love's lovers lullaby Madrigals maid merry MESSRS METHUEN'S LIST mind morn never night nonny pity pleasure poem praise pretty Prisoner of Zenda Queen Raleigh rose Shakespeare shepherd sighs sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spring stanzas story swain tears Tereu thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought true love unto verse volume W. E. HENLEY W. G. COLLINGWOOD wanton weep wilt thou wind winter youth
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Стр. 277 - 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.
Стр. 22 - When daisies pied, and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds, of yellow hue, Do paint the meadows with delight ; The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he :Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Стр. 19 - Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'er-sways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
Стр. 116 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights ; Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Стр. 144 - 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...
Стр. 15 - 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.
Стр. 105 - As it fell upon a day, In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made...
Стр. 123 - Philomel her voice shall raise ? 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...
Стр. 41 - 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.
Стр. 109 - We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ! As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew Ne'er to be found again.