English Lyric Poetry, 1500-1700Frederic Ives Carpenter Blackie & son, limited, 1897 - 276 páginas |
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... kisses , and the easy admonition to seize the passing hour ; until lastly all these themes in their turn give place to others of deeper and more sombre meaning . But in the earlier Elizabethan poetry at least we discover proof that the ...
... kisses , and the easy admonition to seize the passing hour ; until lastly all these themes in their turn give place to others of deeper and more sombre meaning . But in the earlier Elizabethan poetry at least we discover proof that the ...
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... kiss , And softly said , ' Dear heart , how like you this ? ' It was no dream ; for I lay broad awaking : But all is turned now through my gentlenesse , Into a bitter fashion of forsaking ; And I have leave to go of her goodnesse ; And ...
... kiss , And softly said , ' Dear heart , how like you this ? ' It was no dream ; for I lay broad awaking : But all is turned now through my gentlenesse , Into a bitter fashion of forsaking ; And I have leave to go of her goodnesse ; And ...
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... kiss . ETERNAL LOVE . LEAVE me , O Love , which reachest but to dust ; And thou , my mind , aspire to higher things ; Grow rich in that which never taketh rust ; Whatever fades , but fading pleasure brings . Draw in thy beams , and ...
... kiss . ETERNAL LOVE . LEAVE me , O Love , which reachest but to dust ; And thou , my mind , aspire to higher things ; Grow rich in that which never taketh rust ; Whatever fades , but fading pleasure brings . Draw in thy beams , and ...
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... kisses - Cupid paid . He stakes his quiver , bow , and arrows , His mother's doves and team of sparrows : Loses them too ; then down he throws The coral of his lip , the rose Growing on's cheek ( but none knows how ) ; 50 ENGLISH LYRIC ...
... kisses - Cupid paid . He stakes his quiver , bow , and arrows , His mother's doves and team of sparrows : Loses them too ; then down he throws The coral of his lip , the rose Growing on's cheek ( but none knows how ) ; 50 ENGLISH LYRIC ...
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... Kiss Endymion , kiss his eyes , Then to our midnight heydeguyes . ROBERT GREENE . ( 1560 ? -1592 . ) Greene's 52 ENGLISH LYRIC POETRY . Fairy Revels, 3.
... Kiss Endymion , kiss his eyes , Then to our midnight heydeguyes . ROBERT GREENE . ( 1560 ? -1592 . ) Greene's 52 ENGLISH LYRIC POETRY . Fairy Revels, 3.
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Términos y frases comunes
A. B. Grosart beauty beauty's Ben Jonson birds blessed bliss Book of Airs bower breath bright bring the day Campion Castara Chorus 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 grace green Grosart grove H. F. Lyte happy Hark 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 wanton weep Whilst wind youth
Pasajes populares
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 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 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 149 - How happy is he born and taught, That serveth not another's will! Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill...
Página 226 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives, creep to death.
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 89 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave, doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow.
Página 150 - Who God doth late and early pray More of His grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a...
Página 85 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone ; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
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.