A Book of Elizabethan LyricsFelix Emmanuel Schelling Ginn, 1895 - Всего страниц: 327 |
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... Delights , will be found the bulk of the better lyrics written before the accession of Queen Elizabeth . These collections are representative because they are the product of contemporary educated taste , selecting and choosing from a ...
... Delights , will be found the bulk of the better lyrics written before the accession of Queen Elizabeth . These collections are representative because they are the product of contemporary educated taste , selecting and choosing from a ...
Стр. xvi
... delight in beauty " which forms the " inspiring motive " of all the renaissance poets . In the words of Professor Dowden , who is writing , apropos of Barnes , of this class of poets in general : " They do not need ideas , or ...
... delight in beauty " which forms the " inspiring motive " of all the renaissance poets . In the words of Professor Dowden , who is writing , apropos of Barnes , of this class of poets in general : " They do not need ideas , or ...
Стр. xxiv
... Gallery of Gallant Inventions , 1578 ; Britton's Bower of Delights , a pirated work including amongst much 1 See pp . 194 , 196 . 2 See p . 136 . else poems of Nicholas Breton , 1591 ; The Phoenix xxiv INTRODUCTION .
... Gallery of Gallant Inventions , 1578 ; Britton's Bower of Delights , a pirated work including amongst much 1 See pp . 194 , 196 . 2 See p . 136 . else poems of Nicholas Breton , 1591 ; The Phoenix xxiv INTRODUCTION .
Стр. xxix
... delightful to believe was the work of a prospective bishop , the practice of enlivening the drama with songs and other lyrics continued until developed into a consummate art in the hands of Lyly , Dekker , and Shakespeare . Indeed even ...
... delightful to believe was the work of a prospective bishop , the practice of enlivening the drama with songs and other lyrics continued until developed into a consummate art in the hands of Lyly , Dekker , and Shakespeare . Indeed even ...
Стр. xlvi
... delights with a thousand sweet contentings ? Cannot a chance of a night or an hour Cross thy desires with as many sad tormentings ? Fortune , Honor , Beauty , Youth Are but blossoms dying ; Wanton Pleasure , doting Love Are but shadows ...
... delights with a thousand sweet contentings ? Cannot a chance of a night or an hour Cross thy desires with as many sad tormentings ? Fortune , Honor , Beauty , Youth Are but blossoms dying ; Wanton Pleasure , doting Love Are but shadows ...
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Стр. xix - My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses...
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. 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. 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. 151 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face; That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Стр. 133 - I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be; But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee!
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. 43 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When...
Стр. 53 - Strength stoops unto the grave, Worms feed on Hector brave; Swords may not fight with fate; Earth still holds ope her gate; Come, come!
Стр. 84 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.