The Golden Pomp: A Procession of English Lyrics from Surrey to ShirleyArthur Quiller-Couch Methuen, 1895 - Всего страниц: 382 |
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... hath present laughter ; What's to come is still unsure : In delay there lies no plenty ; Then come kiss me , sweet - and - twenty , Youth's a stuff will not endure . Shakespeare . XII LOVE'S EMBLEMS Now the lusty spring is seen ; Golden ...
... hath present laughter ; What's to come is still unsure : In delay there lies no plenty ; Then come kiss me , sweet - and - twenty , Youth's a stuff will not endure . Shakespeare . XII LOVE'S EMBLEMS Now the lusty spring is seen ; Golden ...
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... hath stay'd ; Blushing red and purest white Daintily to love invite Every woman , every maid : Cherries kissing as they grow , And inviting men to taste , Apples even ripe below , Winding gently to the waist : All love's emblems , and ...
... hath stay'd ; Blushing red and purest white Daintily to love invite Every woman , every maid : Cherries kissing as they grow , And inviting men to taste , Apples even ripe below , Winding gently to the waist : All love's emblems , and ...
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... hath taught me thus to ruminate— That Time will come and take my Love away . This thought is as a death , which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose . XXII 2 SINCE brass , nor stone , nor earth , nor boundless sea ...
... hath taught me thus to ruminate— That Time will come and take my Love away . This thought is as a death , which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose . XXII 2 SINCE brass , nor stone , nor earth , nor boundless sea ...
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... hath restored your drooping heads ; With choice of sweetest flowers make A garden where he treads ; Whilst we whole groves of laurel bring , A petty triumph for his brow , Who is the Master of our spring And all the bloom we owe.1 James ...
... hath restored your drooping heads ; With choice of sweetest flowers make A garden where he treads ; Whilst we whole groves of laurel bring , A petty triumph for his brow , Who is the Master of our spring And all the bloom we owe.1 James ...
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... away , let the world go ! XXXIII ANOTHER Anon . Now that the Spring hath fill'd our veins With kind and active fire , And made green liv'ries for the plains , And every grove a quire : Sing we a song of merry glee , And Bacchus.
... away , let the world go ! XXXIII ANOTHER Anon . Now that the Spring hath fill'd our veins With kind and active fire , And made green liv'ries for the plains , And every grove a quire : Sing we a song of merry glee , And Bacchus.
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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.
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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.
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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.