A Book of Elizabethan LyricsFelix Emmanuel Schelling Ginn, 1895 - Всего страниц: 327 |
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... flowers and weeds with labelled completeness , in substance dull , in order categorical . It is too much to expect that the dis- advantages attending these usual methods have been wholly avoided in the following pages . Every collection ...
... flowers and weeds with labelled completeness , in substance dull , in order categorical . It is too much to expect that the dis- advantages attending these usual methods have been wholly avoided in the following pages . Every collection ...
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... flower - like diversity of form , color , and fragrance from the boyhood of Shakespeare to the accession of Charles I. a tr e ga W The Elizabethan lyric had its origin in culture , not among the people ; and the culture of the England ...
... flower - like diversity of form , color , and fragrance from the boyhood of Shakespeare to the accession of Charles I. a tr e ga W The Elizabethan lyric had its origin in culture , not among the people ; and the culture of the England ...
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... Flowers , 157 5 . THE STRANGE PASSION OF A LOVER . AMID my bale I bathe in bliss , I swim in heaven , I sink in hell ; I find amends for every miss And yet my moan no tongue can tell . 5 10 I live and love , what would you more ?
... Flowers , 157 5 . THE STRANGE PASSION OF A LOVER . AMID my bale I bathe in bliss , I swim in heaven , I sink in hell ; I find amends for every miss And yet my moan no tongue can tell . 5 10 I live and love , what would you more ?
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... Is now arrayed in green , Her bosom springs with flowers , 40 The air dissolves her teen ; The heavens laugh at her glory , 5 Yet bide I sad and sorry . The woods are decked with leaves , And trees are ELIZABETHAN LYRICS .
... Is now arrayed in green , Her bosom springs with flowers , 40 The air dissolves her teen ; The heavens laugh at her glory , 5 Yet bide I sad and sorry . The woods are decked with leaves , And trees are ELIZABETHAN LYRICS .
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... flowers , Which I to wear about mine arms was bound , That each of us might know that all was ours : Must I lead now an idle life in wishes , And follow Cupid for his loaves and fishes ? I , that did wear the ring her mother left , I ...
... flowers , Which I to wear about mine arms was bound , That each of us might know that all was ours : Must I lead now an idle life in wishes , And follow Cupid for his loaves and fishes ? I , that did wear the ring her mother left , I ...
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Astrophel and Stella Beaumont beauty BEN JONSON birds Breton bright Bullen Campion couplet Daniel Davison death delight desire Dirge Donne doth Drayton Drummond earth Elizabethan England's Helicon English eyes fair fancy fear Fleay Fletcher flowers FRANCIS BEAUMONT golden grace Gram green Grosart hath heart heaven honor Italian JOHN FLETCHER Jonson kiss lady live Love's lovers Lyrics from Elizabethan lyrists madrigal Masque metrical Michael Drayton mistress Muse never NICHOLAS BRETON night nonny passion pastoral Philip Rosseter Phyllis play pleasure poem Poetical Rhapsody poetry poets praise pretty printed quatorzain Queen rimes SAMUEL DANIEL sense Shakespeare shepherd Sidney sighs sing sleep Song Books sonnet sorrow soul Spenser spring stanza sweet content tercets thee Thomas THOMAS CAMPION THOMAS DEKKER thou art thought trochaic unto verse wanton weep whilst WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE words writing written ΙΟ
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Стр. 86 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Стр. 164 - Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
Стр. xix - ... no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound ; I grant I never saw a goddess go ; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground; And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
Стр. 86 - 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. 85 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Стр. 154 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
Стр. 237 - 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.
Стр. 122 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming ? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Стр. 128 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Стр. 88 - Fie, fie, fie,' now would she cry ; ' Tereu, tereu ! ' by and by ; That to hear her so complain, Scarce I could from tears refrain ; For her griefs, so lively shown, Made me think upon mine own. Ah, thought I, thou mourn'st in vain ! None takes pity on thy pain : Senseless trees they cannot hear thee ; Ruthless...