A Book of Elizabethan LyricsFelix Emmanuel Schelling Ginn, 1895 - Всего страниц: 327 |
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... face , Who like a queen , like a nymph , did appear , By her gait , by her grace . She hath left me here all alone , All alone , as unknown , Who sometimes did me lead with herself , And me loved as her own . What's the cause that she ...
... face , Who like a queen , like a nymph , did appear , By her gait , by her grace . She hath left me here all alone , All alone , as unknown , Who sometimes did me lead with herself , And me loved as her own . What's the cause that she ...
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... face forthright , So love into my hart did streame : Or as the thonder cleaves the cloudes , Hey ho the thonder , Wherein the lightsome levin shroudes , So cleaves thy soule asonder : 1 Or as Dame Cynthias silver raye Hey ho the ...
... face forthright , So love into my hart did streame : Or as the thonder cleaves the cloudes , Hey ho the thonder , Wherein the lightsome levin shroudes , So cleaves thy soule asonder : 1 Or as Dame Cynthias silver raye Hey ho the ...
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... face ! What , may it be that even in heavenly place That busy archer his sharp arrows tries ! Sure , if that long - with - love - acquainted eyes Can judge of love , thou feel'st a lover's case , I read it in thy looks ; thy languished ...
... face ! What , may it be that even in heavenly place That busy archer his sharp arrows tries ! Sure , if that long - with - love - acquainted eyes Can judge of love , thou feel'st a lover's case , I read it in thy looks ; thy languished ...
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... Cynthia , kneeled before you ; Yet did you not come down to kiss his face . Angels enjoy the Heaven's inward choirs : Star - gazers only multiply desires . 5 IO XXII . MYRA . I , WITH whose colors Myra 16 ELIZABETHAN LYRICS . 16.
... Cynthia , kneeled before you ; Yet did you not come down to kiss his face . Angels enjoy the Heaven's inward choirs : Star - gazers only multiply desires . 5 IO XXII . MYRA . I , WITH whose colors Myra 16 ELIZABETHAN LYRICS . 16.
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... face , Or like the silver crimson shroud That Phoebus ' smiling looks doth grace ; Heigh ho , fair Rosaline ! Her lips are like two budded roses Whom ranks of lilies neighbor nigh , Within which bounds she balm incloses Apt to entice a ...
... face , Or like the silver crimson shroud That Phoebus ' smiling looks doth grace ; Heigh ho , fair Rosaline ! Her lips are like two budded roses Whom ranks of lilies neighbor nigh , Within which bounds she balm incloses Apt to entice a ...
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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.