Excerpta Tudoriana: Or, Extracts from Elizabethan Literature, Volumen2Printed at the private Press of Lee Priory by Johnson and Warwick, 1814 |
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... Nature God's decrees hath wrought ! Who build on Fate , and leave the corner stone , The God of Gods , sweet Christ , the only one ! If such excesses , O London ! reign in thee ; Repent ! for why , each sin shall punish'd be . Repent ...
... Nature God's decrees hath wrought ! Who build on Fate , and leave the corner stone , The God of Gods , sweet Christ , the only one ! If such excesses , O London ! reign in thee ; Repent ! for why , each sin shall punish'd be . Repent ...
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... Nature in her sweetest joys . But , oh ! no more ! It is too much to think , So pure a mouth should puddle water drink ! But since the world is as thy woeful pass , Let Love's submission Honour's wrath appease ! Let not an horse be ...
... Nature in her sweetest joys . But , oh ! no more ! It is too much to think , So pure a mouth should puddle water drink ! But since the world is as thy woeful pass , Let Love's submission Honour's wrath appease ! Let not an horse be ...
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... Nature could not sorrow hide . He must go , he must kiss Child and mother , baby bliss : For he left his pretty boy , Father's sorrow , father's joy . Weep not my wanton , smile upon my knee ; 40 .... Excerpta Tudoriana .
... Nature could not sorrow hide . He must go , he must kiss Child and mother , baby bliss : For he left his pretty boy , Father's sorrow , father's joy . Weep not my wanton , smile upon my knee ; 40 .... Excerpta Tudoriana .
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... Nature makes of tender mould , And Youth most pliant yields to Fancy's fire ) Do build my haven and heaven on sweet desire ; On sweet desire more dear to me than gold . Think I of Love ? Oh how my lines aspire ! Hast thou the Muses to ...
... Nature makes of tender mould , And Youth most pliant yields to Fancy's fire ) Do build my haven and heaven on sweet desire ; On sweet desire more dear to me than gold . Think I of Love ? Oh how my lines aspire ! Hast thou the Muses to ...
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... night of woes express , Disarm'd of Reason , spoil'd of Nature's goods , Without redress to salve my heaviness I walk , whilst thought ( too cruel to my Excerpta Tudoriana . . . . . 57 Montanus's Sonnet in the Woods, from the same.
... night of woes express , Disarm'd of Reason , spoil'd of Nature's goods , Without redress to salve my heaviness I walk , whilst thought ( too cruel to my Excerpta Tudoriana . . . . . 57 Montanus's Sonnet in the Woods, from the same.
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Alexis Beauty behold blessed bliss BODLEIAN LIBRARY comfort Coridon dear death delight divine dost doth ELIZABETHAN LITERATURE eternal Excerpta Tudoriana EXTRACTS FROM ELIZABETHAN eyes faith favour fear flock foes follies Francis Davison Galate give glory grace gracious grief hand Harl hath heart heavenly heavenly creature Heigh hell holy honour hope JOHNSON AND WARWICK Joseph Bryan Julius Cæsar king Lee Priory light live London look Lord Love's mercy mercy's mind misery mourning Muse never NICHOLAS BRETON Nymphs OSEAS pain Phillida Phillis pity pleasure Poems poor praise Press of Lee pride private Press PSALM repent Richard Carew Robert Greene Robert Southwell Rosamond scorn seek Shepherd shew sighs sight silly sing sleep smile SONG SONNET sorrow soul soul's spirit swain tears thee thine Thomas Campion Thomas Lodge thou art thou hast thought truth unto wanton weep William Hunnis woes wretched
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Página 63 - Then she made the shepherd call All the heavens to witness truth, Never loved a truer youth. Thus with many a pretty oath, Yea and nay, and faith and troth, Such as silly shepherds use, When they will not love abuse, Love, which had been long deluded, Was with kisses sweet concluded: And Phillida with garlands gay, Was made the Lady of the May.
Página 96 - My mind to me a kingdom is ; Such perfect joy therein I find As far exceeds all earthly bliss That God or nature hath assigned ; Though much I want that most would have, Yet still my mind forbids to crave.
Página 63 - Much ado there was, God wot ; He would love and she would not. She said, " Never man was true ; " He said,
Página 32 - Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee ; When thou art old there's grief enough for thee.
Página 96 - WHAT pleasure have great princes More dainty to their choice, Than herdmen wild, who careless .In quiet life rejoice, And Fortune's fate not fearing Sing sweet in Summer morning. Their dealings plain and rightful Are void of all deceit ; They never know how spiteful It is to kneel and wait On favourite presumptuous Whose pride is vain and sumptuous. All day their flocks each tendeth, At night they take their rest, More quiet than who sendeth His ship into the East, Where gold and pearl are plenty,...
Página 63 - SAMELA. Like to Diana in her summer weed, Girt with a crimson robe of brightest dye, Goes fair Samela ; Whiter than be the flocks that straggling feed, When washed by Arethusa faint they lie, Is fair Samela...
Página 102 - AH, what is love? It is a pretty thing, -£*- As sweet unto a shepherd as a king; And sweeter too, For kings have cares that wait upon a crown, And cares can make the sweetest love to frown: Ah then, ah then, If country loves such sweet desires do gain, What lady would not love a shepherd swain?
Página 103 - His flocks are folded, he comes home at night, As merry as a king in his delight...
Página 50 - First shall the heavens want starry light, The seas be robbed of their waves, The day want sun, and sun want bright, The night want shade, the dead men graves, The April, flowers and leaf and tree, Before I false my faith to thee. First shall the tops of highest hills By humble plains be overpried, And poets scorn the Muses...
Página 63 - Phillida and Corydon. Much ado there was, God wot, He would love and she would not. She said never man was true, He said, none was false to you.