English Lyric Poetry, 1500-1700Frederic Ives Carpenter Blackie & son, limited, 1897 - 276 páginas |
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... Inner Temple Masque , 1614-15 . WHAT sing the sweet birds in each grove ? Nought but love . What sound our echoes day and night ? All delight . ( M 349 ) What doth each wind breathe as it fleets ? Endless WILLIAM BROWNE . 135.
... Inner Temple Masque , 1614-15 . WHAT sing the sweet birds in each grove ? Nought but love . What sound our echoes day and night ? All delight . ( M 349 ) What doth each wind breathe as it fleets ? Endless WILLIAM BROWNE . 135.
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... grove , Far from the clamorous world , doth live his own ; Though solitary , who is not alone , But doth converse with that eternal love . O ! how more sweet is birds ' harmonious moan , Or the hoarse sobbings of the widowed dove , Than ...
... grove , Far from the clamorous world , doth live his own ; Though solitary , who is not alone , But doth converse with that eternal love . O ! how more sweet is birds ' harmonious moan , Or the hoarse sobbings of the widowed dove , Than ...
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... grove My love , to hear and recompense my love . Fair king , who all preserves , But show thy blushing beams , And thou two sweeter eyes Shalt see , than those which by Peneus ' streams Did once thy heart surprise ; Nay , suns , which ...
... grove My love , to hear and recompense my love . Fair king , who all preserves , But show thy blushing beams , And thou two sweeter eyes Shalt see , than those which by Peneus ' streams Did once thy heart surprise ; Nay , suns , which ...
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... with cymbals ' ring They call the grisly king , In dismal dance about the furnace blue : The brutish gods of Nile as fast , Isis , and Orus , and the dog Anubis , haste . Nor is Osiris seen In Memphian grove or green , JOHN MILTON . 181.
... with cymbals ' ring They call the grisly king , In dismal dance about the furnace blue : The brutish gods of Nile as fast , Isis , and Orus , and the dog Anubis , haste . Nor is Osiris seen In Memphian grove or green , JOHN MILTON . 181.
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Frederic Ives Carpenter. Nor is Osiris seen In Memphian grove or green , Trampling the unshowered grass with lowings loud ; Nor can he be at rest Within his sacred chest , Nought but profoundest Hell can be his shroud ; In vain with ...
Frederic Ives Carpenter. Nor is Osiris seen In Memphian grove or green , Trampling the unshowered grass with lowings loud ; Nor can he be at rest Within his sacred chest , Nought but profoundest Hell can be his shroud ; In vain with ...
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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.