English Lyric Poetry, 1500-1700Frederic Ives Carpenter Blackie & son, limited, 1897 - 276 páginas |
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Página xxxix
... golden - age other- worldliness , which is the fundamental mood of the piece . Likewise , also , amid all the amatory con- ventionality of the sonnet - sequences , we feel that the recurrent formulæ of love , of lover's despair and ...
... golden - age other- worldliness , which is the fundamental mood of the piece . Likewise , also , amid all the amatory con- ventionality of the sonnet - sequences , we feel that the recurrent formulæ of love , of lover's despair and ...
Página xliii
... golden in cadence , that go on murmur- ing in the memory ; the fresh voice of Nash , now rollicking and open , and again musically melan- cholic ; Lodge , more inclined to pastoralism , trying experiments in motives and rhythms that ...
... golden in cadence , that go on murmur- ing in the memory ; the fresh voice of Nash , now rollicking and open , and again musically melan- cholic ; Lodge , more inclined to pastoralism , trying experiments in motives and rhythms that ...
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... golden cadence of Breton and Lyly and Peele is heard no more . Pastoral and song expand with the expand- ing content of life and thought less than other 1 Claimed by Dr. Grosart for Donne ; but variously ascribed also to Wotton , to ...
... golden cadence of Breton and Lyly and Peele is heard no more . Pastoral and song expand with the expand- ing content of life and thought less than other 1 Claimed by Dr. Grosart for Donne ; but variously ascribed also to Wotton , to ...
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... Sonets . Reprinted in volume ii . of Chalmers ' Poets . MY Girl , thou gazest much Upon the golden skies : Would I were Heaven , I would behold Thee then with all mine eyes . JAMES WEDDERBURN . ( 1500 ? -1565 ? ) GO GEORGE TURBERVILE . 9.
... Sonets . Reprinted in volume ii . of Chalmers ' Poets . MY Girl , thou gazest much Upon the golden skies : Would I were Heaven , I would behold Thee then with all mine eyes . JAMES WEDDERBURN . ( 1500 ? -1565 ? ) GO GEORGE TURBERVILE . 9.
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... golden hair In th ' ocean billows he hath bathed fair , Descended to the river's open viewing , With a great train ensuing . Above the rest were goodly to be seen Two gentle knights of lovely face and feature , Beseeming well the bower ...
... golden hair In th ' ocean billows he hath bathed fair , Descended to the river's open viewing , With a great train ensuing . Above the rest were goodly to be seen Two gentle knights of lovely face and feature , Beseeming well the bower ...
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Términos y frases comunes
A. B. Grosart Arber's Garner beauty beauty's behold Ben Jonson birds blessed bliss Book of Airs bower breath bright bring the day Campion Castara clouds cuckoo dance dear death delight divine Donne dost doth E. K. Chambers earth echo ring edited Elizabethan England's Helicon EPITHALAMIUM eyes fair fairy fear flowers golden golden slumbers grace green Grosart grove happy hath hear heart heaven heavenly honour Hymen HYMN king kiss Laius leave light live look Lord Love's lovers Lullaby lyric lyric poetry Madrigals Masque merrily merry mind ne'er never night nightingale nymphs o'er pleasure Poems poetic poetry Poets praise queen reprinted roses shepherd shine sigh sing sleep smile song SONNET sorrow soul spring stars Sweet Phosphor Sweet Spirit sweetly tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast Trilla unto verse W. C. Ward waly wanton weep Whilst wind youth
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Página 223 - TELL me not, sweet, I am unkind, — That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field ; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you, too, shall adore ; I could not love thee, dear, so much. Loved I not honour more.
Página 184 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips and Cranks and wanton Wiles, Nods and Becks and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; 30 Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it, as you go, On the light fantastic toe...
Página 232 - Go, lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Página 190 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine ; Or what, though rare, of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage. But, O sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower ! Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes, as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made hell grant what love did seek...
Página 88 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Página 85 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Página 86 - Fear no more the frown o' the great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Página 81 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby ; Never harm, nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby.
Página 196 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who, from her green lap, throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thce with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Página 89 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.