Glaucus and Silla: With Other Lyrical and Pastoral PoemsFrom the Press of C. Whittingham, 1819 - 152 páginas |
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Glaucus and Silla: With Other Lyrical and Pastoral Poems (Classic Reprint) Thomas Lodge Prévia não disponível - 2018 |
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amidst beautie behold birds blesse bosome brest browes cleere CORIDON crie death delight Discontent disdaine dispaire dooth doth Eccho eies England's Helicon euery Euphues eyes faine faire faith fancie farre feare fierce FINIS fire flames flie flocks flouds flowers follies fond foorth gaue GENT gentle Glaucus graue griefe hart hath haue heart heauen honour hope ioyes leaue Lincoln's Inne liue liuing lookes loue louely louers lowre Momus mone MONTANUS mourne Muse naught neere neuer nimphes nymph paine penciue Phoebe pittie plague pleasant Poems powre praise pride proue ROSADER Rosalynde roses Satyre Scilla scorne selfe serue shepheard shew shunne sigh silent tongue sing sinne slaine sleepe smile sonne SONNET sorrowes soule spring sunne sweet teares thee Thetis thinke THOMAS LODGE thou thoughts tongue vaine VERSES vertue vnder vowes vpon wandring wanton waues wearie weepe whilst windes woes wofull wretched yeeld
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Página 77 - Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet; Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye?
Página 78 - I'll count your power not worth a pin: Alas, what hereby shall I win, If he gainsay me ? What if I beat the wanton boy With many a rod ? He will repay me with annoy, Because a god. Then sit thou safely on my knee, And let thy bower my bosom be, Lurk in mine eyes, I like of thee; O Cupid, so thou pity me, Spare not, but play thee.
Página 33 - At last he left me, where at first he found me, Willing me let the world and ladies knowe Of Scilla's pride, and then by oath he bound me To write no more of that whence shame dooth grow: Or tie my pen to pennie-knaues delight But liue with fame, and so for fame to wright.
Página 87 - Sighs and words could never draw her. 0 my love, Thou art lost, Since no sight could ever ease thee. Phoebe sat By a fount; Sitting by a fount I spied her: Sweet her touch, Rare her voice: Touch and voice what may distain you?
Página 77 - I sleep, then percheth he With pretty flight, And makes his pillow of my knee The livelong night. Strike I my lute, he tunes the string; He music plays if so I sing; He lends me every lovely thing; Yet cruel he my heart doth sting. Whist, wanton, still ye!
Página xiii - Master Rafe Crane, and the rest of his most entire well willers, the Gentlemen of the Innes of Court andChancerie.
Página xi - Scillaes Metamorphosis: enterlaced with the unfortunate Love of Glaucus. Whereunto is annexed the delectable Discourse of the discontented Satyre: with sundrie other most absolute Poems and Sonnets.
Página 31 - The wretch reportes : and then her armes she wrings Whilst Eccho tells her this, he hateth Scilla. No hope (quoth she) : no hope (quoth Eccho) then , Then fie on men : when she said, fie on men. Furie and Rage, Wan-hope, Dispaire and Woe, From Ditis den by Ate sent, drewe nie...
Página xv - Ariued she is, though in a contrary coast, but so wrackt, and weatherbeaten, through the vnskilfulnes of rough writers, that made their poast haste passage by night, as Glaucus would scarce know her, if he met her: yet my hope is Gentlemen, that you wil not so much imagine what she is, as what shee was; insomuch as from the shop of the Painter, shee is falne into the hands of the stainer.
Página 103 - Alas, how wander I amidst these woods, Whereas no day bright shine doth find access ; But where the melancholy fleeting floods (Dark as the night) my night of woes express.