Poems, Chiefly Lyrical, from Romances and Prose-tracts of the Elizabethan Age: With Chosen Poems of Nicholas Breton

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Arthur Henry Bullen
J.C. Nimmo, 1890 - 170 páginas

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Página 92 - Come little babe, come silly soul, Thy father's shame, thy mother's grief, Born as I doubt to all our dole, And to thyself unhappy chief : Sing lullaby and lap it warm, Poor soul that thinks no creature harm. Thou little think'st and less dost know The cause of this thy mother's moan ; Thou want'st the wit to wail her woe, And I myself am all alone ; Why dost thou weep, why dost thou wail, And know'st not yet what thou dost ail?
Página 41 - Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah wanton, will ye...
Página 168 - ... bee ; If I approach, he forward skips, And if I kiss, he stingeth me. Love in thine eyes doth build his bower, And sleeps within their pretty shine ; And if I look the boy will lower, And from their orbs shoot shafts divine. Love works thy heart within his fire And in my tears doth firm the same ; And if I tempt, it will retire, And of my plaints doth make a game. Love, let me cull her choicest flowers, And pity me, and calm her eye ; Make soft her heart, dissolve her lowers, Then will I praise...
Página 2 - MY true love hath my heart, and I have his, By just exchange one for the other given; I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss; There never was a better bargain driven.
Página 15 - When he left his pretty boy, • Father's sorrow, father's joy. Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee ; When thou art old there's grief enough for thee.
Página 46 - Turn I my looks unto the skies, Love with his arrows wounds mine eyes ; If so I gaze upon the ground, Love then in every flower is found. Search I the shade to fly my pain...
Página 43 - Muses' quills, And fish forsake the water glide; And Iris lose her coloured weed, Before I fail thee at thy need. First direful hate shall turn to peace, And love relent in deep disdain, And death his fatal stroke shall cease, And envy pity every pain, And pleasure mourn, and sorrow smile, Before I talk of any guile. First time shall stay his stayless race, And winter bless his brows with corn, And snow bemoisten July's face, And winter, spring, and summer mourn, Before my pen, by help of fame, Cease...
Página 13 - says truth : Thy shepherd loves, then, Phillis, what ensu'th ? " Phillis was won, she blushed and hung the head ; The swain...
Página 167 - Love guards the roses of thy lips And flies about them like a bee ; If I approach he forward skips, And if I kiss he stingeth me. Love in thine eyes doth build his bower, And sleeps within their pretty shine ; And if I look the boy will lower, And from their orbs shoot shafts divine. Love works thy heart within his fire, And in my tears doth firm the same ; And if I tempt it will retire, And of my plaints doth make a game. Love, let me cull her choicest flowers ; And pity me, and calm her eye ; Make...
Página 2 - His heart in me keeps him and me in one, My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides; He loves my heart, for once it was his own, I cherish his, because in me it bides. My true love hath my heart and I have his.

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