An Anthology of the Poetry of the Age of ShakespeareUniversity Press, 1923 - 307 páginas |
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... sound Of this or that as liketh me ; For lack of wit the Lute is bound To give such tunes as pleaseth me ; Though my songs be somewhat strange , And speak such words as touch thy change , Blame not my Lute ! My Lute , alas ! doth not ...
... sound Of this or that as liketh me ; For lack of wit the Lute is bound To give such tunes as pleaseth me ; Though my songs be somewhat strange , And speak such words as touch thy change , Blame not my Lute ! My Lute , alas ! doth not ...
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... sound that same ; But if till then my fingers play By thy desert their wonted way , Blame not my Lute ! Farewell ! unknown ; for though thou break My strings in spite with great disdain , Yet have I found out , for thy sake , Strings ...
... sound that same ; But if till then my fingers play By thy desert their wonted way , Blame not my Lute ! Farewell ! unknown ; for though thou break My strings in spite with great disdain , Yet have I found out , for thy sake , Strings ...
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... sound , Or such a head , where no devise doth grow , But all of plaints , since sorrow is the ground Whereby the heart doth pine in deadly woe . Is this a life ? nay death you may it call , That feels each pain , and knows no joy at all ...
... sound , Or such a head , where no devise doth grow , But all of plaints , since sorrow is the ground Whereby the heart doth pine in deadly woe . Is this a life ? nay death you may it call , That feels each pain , and knows no joy at all ...
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... sound , which makes our hearts with joy abound ; The roaring guns are heard afar and everything denounceth war . Serve God ; stand stout ; bold courage brings this gear about ; Fear not , forth run ; faint heart fair Lady never won . Ye ...
... sound , which makes our hearts with joy abound ; The roaring guns are heard afar and everything denounceth war . Serve God ; stand stout ; bold courage brings this gear about ; Fear not , forth run ; faint heart fair Lady never won . Ye ...
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... the subject of delay Delay , the rack of unrefrained desire What strange design hast thou my hopes to stay , Mine hopes which do but to mine own aspire ? Mine own ? O word on whose sweet sound doth 53 SIR PHILIP SIDNEY.
... the subject of delay Delay , the rack of unrefrained desire What strange design hast thou my hopes to stay , Mine hopes which do but to mine own aspire ? Mine own ? O word on whose sweet sound doth 53 SIR PHILIP SIDNEY.
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An anthology of the poetry of the age of Shakespeare William Thomas Young Visualização completa - 1910 |
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Astrophel and Stella bear beauty BEN JONSON birds bliss brave breath bright Coridon Cynthia's Revels dead dear death delight doth DRAYTON EARL OF SURREY earth eccho ring EDMUND SPENSER England's Helicon eyes face fair faith Faithful Shepherdess fayre fear fire FLETCHER flowers folio FULKE GREVILLE give glory golden grace green hand hath hear heart heaven heavenly Heigh honour Hymen JONSON king kiss Lady leave light live look Love's lovers lullaby lute lyke maid mind Muse never Nice Valour night nought numbers Nymph Orph pain Patient Grissell peace Phoebus pleasure Poems praise Queen RICHARD BARNFIELD rose scorn SHAKESPEARE shepherd shine SIDNEY sigh sight sing sleep song Sonnets sorrow soul SPENSER spring stars sweet tears tell thee theyr thine thing thou art thoughts unto vex'd wanton weep Whilst wind wings woods youth
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Página 97 - 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 96 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring.
Página 92 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Página 111 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st...
Página 158 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on Kings: Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Página 23 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten,— In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs,— All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy love.
Página 148 - HENCE, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly ! There's nought in this life sweet, If man were wise to see't, But only melancholy ; Oh ! sweetest melancholy. Welcome, folded arms, and fixed eyes, A sigh that piercing mortifies, A look that's fastened to the ground, A tongue chained up, without a sound...
Página 101 - SPRING, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king; Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing, Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo ! The palm and may make country houses gay, Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day.
Página 96 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.