Melodies and Madrigals: Mostly from the Old English PoetsRichard Henry Stoddard Bunce and Huntington, 1866 - 206 страници |
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... fast did fly me . By thy means I behold those eyes so fhining , Long time absented , that now look appeased ; Thus is my grief declining : Thou in my dreams doft make defire well pleased . Sleep , if thou be like death , as thou art ...
... fast did fly me . By thy means I behold those eyes so fhining , Long time absented , that now look appeased ; Thus is my grief declining : Thou in my dreams doft make defire well pleased . Sleep , if thou be like death , as thou art ...
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... fast it for your fin , I'll count your power not worth a pin ; Alas , what hereby shall I win , If he gainsay me ? IV . What if I beat the wanton boy , With many a rod ? He will repay me with annoy , Because a god . Then fit thou safely ...
... fast it for your fin , I'll count your power not worth a pin ; Alas , what hereby shall I win , If he gainsay me ? IV . What if I beat the wanton boy , With many a rod ? He will repay me with annoy , Because a god . Then fit thou safely ...
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... fast , Why bould sadness longer laft ? Grief is but a wound to woe ; Gentleft fair , mourn , mourn no mo . JOHN FLETCHER , SONG . ( 1624 ? ] ' Tis late and cold ; ftir up the fire ; Sit close , and draw the table nigher ; Be merry , and ...
... fast , Why bould sadness longer laft ? Grief is but a wound to woe ; Gentleft fair , mourn , mourn no mo . JOHN FLETCHER , SONG . ( 1624 ? ] ' Tis late and cold ; ftir up the fire ; Sit close , and draw the table nigher ; Be merry , and ...
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... fast Catched his arrows in my shield , Till I made him leave the field : Fretting and disarmed then , The angry god returns agen All his flames ; ftead of a dart , Throws himself into my heart : Useless I my field require , When the ...
... fast Catched his arrows in my shield , Till I made him leave the field : Fretting and disarmed then , The angry god returns agen All his flames ; ftead of a dart , Throws himself into my heart : Useless I my field require , When the ...
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... fast . II . On working brains , at school all day , At night thou dost bestow a play ; And troubled minds thou doft set free ; Thou mak'ft both friends and foes agree : All are alike , who live by breath , In thee , and in thy brother ...
... fast . II . On working brains , at school all day , At night thou dost bestow a play ; And troubled minds thou doft set free ; Thou mak'ft both friends and foes agree : All are alike , who live by breath , In thee , and in thy brother ...
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arms beauty birds breath bright bring cheek dare dead dear death delight doth drink Earth eyes face fair fall fear fhall field figh fing fire fleep flowers ftill give gold golden gone grace grave green grief grow hair hand happy Hark hath head hear heart heaven HENRY hope hour JOHN keep kill kind kings kiss ladies leave Left light lips live look love thee Love's lover MADRIGALS maid meet mind mistress morn move never night notes once pity play poor pretty queen quiet rich rise ROBERT ROBERT HERRICK roses round smile SONG sorrow soul sound speak Spring sweet tears tell thee thine things THOMAS thou thought tree true unto WALLER weep WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wilt wind wine wings young
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Страница 70 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend — This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall: Lord of himself, though not of lands, And, having nothing, yet hath all.
Страница 154 - That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I : And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a...
Страница 59 - Or the nard in the fire ? Or have tasted the bag of the bee ? O so white, O so soft, O so sweet is she!
Страница 104 - Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Страница 106 - ON A GIRDLE. That which her slender waist confined, Shall now my joyful temples bind ; No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer, My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass, and yet there Dwelt all that's good and all that's fair; Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.
Страница 114 - We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Страница 116 - GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting; The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best, which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry: For having lost but once your prime, You may...
Страница 24 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished! Reply, reply. It is engendered in the eyes. With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell.
Страница 161 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Страница 28 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.