...A Book of Elizabethan LyricsFelix Emmanuel Schelling Ginn, 1895 - 327 páginas |
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... FRANCIS BEAUMONT , The Masque of the Inner Temple , 1612-13 . SONG FOR A DANCE . SHAKE off your heavy trance ! And leap into a dance Such as no mortals use to tread : Fit only for Apollo To play to , for the moon to lead , 5 And all the ...
... FRANCIS BEAUMONT , The Masque of the Inner Temple , 1612-13 . SONG FOR A DANCE . SHAKE off your heavy trance ! And leap into a dance Such as no mortals use to tread : Fit only for Apollo To play to , for the moon to lead , 5 And all the ...
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... ere she shall grieve ; IO 15 20 25 330 35 If she slight me when I woo , I can scorn and let her go ; For if she be not for me , What care I for whom she be ? 40 FRANCIS BEAUMONT , Poems , ed . 1640 ; written GEORGE WITHER . 169.
... ere she shall grieve ; IO 15 20 25 330 35 If she slight me when I woo , I can scorn and let her go ; For if she be not for me , What care I for whom she be ? 40 FRANCIS BEAUMONT , Poems , ed . 1640 ; written GEORGE WITHER . 169.
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Felix Emmanuel Schelling. FRANCIS BEAUMONT , Poems , ed . 1640 ; written before 1616 . THE INDIFFERENT . NEVER more will I protest To love a woman but in jest : For as they cannot be true , So to give each man his due , When the wooing ...
Felix Emmanuel Schelling. FRANCIS BEAUMONT , Poems , ed . 1640 ; written before 1616 . THE INDIFFERENT . NEVER more will I protest To love a woman but in jest : For as they cannot be true , So to give each man his due , When the wooing ...
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... FRANCIS BEAUMONT , Poems , ed . 1653 ; written before 1616 . ON THE TOMBS IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY . MORTALITY , behold and fear ! What a change of flesh is here ! Think how many royal bones Sleep within this heap of ... FRANCIS BEAUMONT . 171.
... FRANCIS BEAUMONT , Poems , ed . 1653 ; written before 1616 . ON THE TOMBS IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY . MORTALITY , behold and fear ! What a change of flesh is here ! Think how many royal bones Sleep within this heap of ... FRANCIS BEAUMONT . 171.
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... ( Francis Beaumont , a Critical Study , p . 195. ) 148 7. Lie lightly , gentle earth . Cf. the familiar phrase of Latin monuments : Sit tibi terra levis , and Martial , Epigrams , v , 34 : - Nec illi , Terra , gravis fueris : non fuit ...
... ( Francis Beaumont , a Critical Study , p . 195. ) 148 7. Lie lightly , gentle earth . Cf. the familiar phrase of Latin monuments : Sit tibi terra levis , and Martial , Epigrams , v , 34 : - Nec illi , Terra , gravis fueris : non fuit ...
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Página xix - My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; 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...
Página xix - ... 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 ; I grant I never saw a goddess go ; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground; And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
Página 87 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Página 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.
Página 122 - 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. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...
Página 97 - And therefore take the present time, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino ; For love is crowned with the prime In spring time, &c.
Página 133 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Página 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.
Página 43 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When...
Página 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.