A Book of Elizabethan LyricsFelix Emmanuel Schelling Ginn, 1895 - Всего страниц: 327 |
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... dead in 1616 , Raleigh in 1618 , Campion , Daniel , and Davison in the next year ; Donne , Drayton , and Jonson survived until the thirties , but their poetry , especially their lyrical poetry , was earlier ; and the most significant ...
... dead in 1616 , Raleigh in 1618 , Campion , Daniel , and Davison in the next year ; Donne , Drayton , and Jonson survived until the thirties , but their poetry , especially their lyrical poetry , was earlier ; and the most significant ...
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... dead , From itself never turning . THOMAS LODGE , Scilla's Meta- morphosis , etc. , 1589 ; written about 1577 . LAMENT . THE earth , late choked with showers , Is now arrayed in green , Her bosom springs with flowers , 40 The air ...
... dead , From itself never turning . THOMAS LODGE , Scilla's Meta- morphosis , etc. , 1589 ; written about 1577 . LAMENT . THE earth , late choked with showers , Is now arrayed in green , Her bosom springs with flowers , 40 The air ...
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... dead beauty with increase reneweth ! To you , to you , all song of praise is due , 10 15 20 Only at you all envy hopeless rueth . Who hath the hair , which loosest fastest tieth ! 25 Who makes a man live then glad when he dieth ! To you ...
... dead beauty with increase reneweth ! To you , to you , all song of praise is due , 10 15 20 Only at you all envy hopeless rueth . Who hath the hair , which loosest fastest tieth ! 25 Who makes a man live then glad when he dieth ! To you ...
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... DEAD . RING out your bells , let mourning shews be spread ; For Love is dead : All Love is dead , infected With plague of deep disdain : Worth , as nought worth , rejected , And Faith fair scorn doth gain . From so ungrateful fancy ...
... DEAD . RING out your bells , let mourning shews be spread ; For Love is dead : All Love is dead , infected With plague of deep disdain : Worth , as nought worth , rejected , And Faith fair scorn doth gain . From so ungrateful fancy ...
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... dead ; Love is not dead , but sleepeth In her unmatched mind , Where she his counsel keepeth , Till due deserts she find . Therefore from so vile fancy , To call such wit a franzy , Who Love can temper thus , Good Lord , deliver us ! 35 ...
... dead ; Love is not dead , but sleepeth In her unmatched mind , Where she his counsel keepeth , Till due deserts she find . Therefore from so vile fancy , To call such wit a franzy , Who Love can temper thus , Good Lord , deliver us ! 35 ...
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Astrophel and Stella Beaumont beauty BEN JONSON birds breast Breton bright Bullen Campion couplet Davison death delight desire Dirge Donne doth Drayton Drummond earth Elizabethan Elizabethan lyric England's Helicon English eyes fair fear Fleay Fletcher flowers Francis Beaumont golden grace Gram green grief Grosart hath heart heaven honor Italian JOHN FLETCHER Jonson kiss lady live Love's lovers Lyrics from Elizabethan lyrists madrigal metre metrical Michael Drayton mistress Muse never NICHOLAS BRETON night nonny passion pastoral Philip Rosseter Phyllis play pleasure poem Poetical Rhapsody poetry poets praise pretty 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. 87 - 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 damask'd, red and white, But 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...
Стр. 184 - Sheds itself through the face, As alone there triumphs to the life All the gain, all the good, of the elements
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.
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. 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. 58 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
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. 84 - When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate. Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope.
Стр. 142 - And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well, And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
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.