A Book of Elizabethan LyricsFelix Emmanuel Schelling Ginn, 1895 - 327 страници |
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... soul of passion and the wings of song . Be this as it may , the lyric element of poetry is assuredly the most subtile and the most difficult of approach ; it is the last element mastered - if mastered it ever is by those whom we ...
... soul of passion and the wings of song . Be this as it may , the lyric element of poetry is assuredly the most subtile and the most difficult of approach ; it is the last element mastered - if mastered it ever is by those whom we ...
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... Soul's Harmony appeared in 1600 , Sir John Davies ' Sonnets to Philomel in Davison's Poetical Rhapsody , in 1602 ; Donne's Holy Sonnets and Alexander's Aurora remain of uncertain date . Other works are frequently included in this list ...
... Soul's Harmony appeared in 1600 , Sir John Davies ' Sonnets to Philomel in Davison's Poetical Rhapsody , in 1602 ; Donne's Holy Sonnets and Alexander's Aurora remain of uncertain date . Other works are frequently included in this list ...
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... souls black verdicts give , Christ pleads his death , and then we live . Here the norm is four iambic feet , making eight syllables ; but these lines number respectively nine , eight , seven , and eight , and only the last follows the ...
... souls black verdicts give , Christ pleads his death , and then we live . Here the norm is four iambic feet , making eight syllables ; but these lines number respectively nine , eight , seven , and eight , and only the last follows the ...
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... soul from senses sunders ! Whose force but yours the bolts of beauty thunders ! To you , to you , all song of praise is due , Only with you not miracles are wonders . Doubt you to whom my Muse these notes intendeth , Which now my breast ...
... soul from senses sunders ! Whose force but yours the bolts of beauty thunders ! To you , to you , all song of praise is due , Only with you not miracles are wonders . Doubt you to whom my Muse these notes intendeth , Which now my breast ...
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... soul , your treasure ; And evermore you sobbed and sighed , Burning in flames beyond all measure : Three days endured your love for me , And it was lost in other three . Adieu Love , adieu Love , untrue Love , Untrue Love , untrue Love ...
... soul , your treasure ; And evermore you sobbed and sighed , Burning in flames beyond all measure : Three days endured your love for me , And it was lost in other three . Adieu Love , adieu Love , untrue Love , Untrue Love , untrue Love ...
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Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 122 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming ? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Страница 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.
Страница 151 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face; That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Страница 133 - 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. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be; But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee!
Страница 128 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Страница 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...
Страница 53 - Strength stoops unto the grave, Worms feed on Hector brave; Swords may not fight with fate; Earth still holds ope her gate; Come, come!
Страница 84 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.