The Poets of the Elizabethan Age: A Selection of Their Most Celebrated Songs and SonnetsSampson Low, Son, & Company, 1862 - 83 страници |
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... Make bracelets to adorn the wife Of the eternal glorious King. On Sunday heaven's gate stands ope ; Blessings are plentiful and rife — More plentiful than hope. SUNDAY. This day my Saviour rose, And did enclose this So.
... Make bracelets to adorn the wife Of the eternal glorious King. On Sunday heaven's gate stands ope ; Blessings are plentiful and rife — More plentiful than hope. SUNDAY. This day my Saviour rose, And did enclose this So.
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... kings And queens, and Christmas revellings ; Thy nut-brown mirth, thy russet wit, And no man pays too dear for it. To these thou hast thy time to go, And trace the hare in the treacherous snow : Thy witty wiles to draw, and get The lark ...
... kings And queens, and Christmas revellings ; Thy nut-brown mirth, thy russet wit, And no man pays too dear for it. To these thou hast thy time to go, And trace the hare in the treacherous snow : Thy witty wiles to draw, and get The lark ...
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... kings ; Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; But their strong nerves at last must ...
... kings ; Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; But their strong nerves at last must ...
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... wild mare in is bringing. Our kitchen boy hath broke his box, And to the dealing of the ox, Our honest neighbours come by flocks, And here they will be merry. CHRISTMAS. Now kings and queens poor sheepcotes have, And mate. 74.
... wild mare in is bringing. Our kitchen boy hath broke his box, And to the dealing of the ox, Our honest neighbours come by flocks, And here they will be merry. CHRISTMAS. Now kings and queens poor sheepcotes have, And mate. 74.
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A Selection of Their Most Celebrated Songs and Sonnets Elizabethan age. CHRISTMAS. Now kings and queens poor sheepcotes have, And mate with every body ; The honest men now play the knave, And wise men play the noddy. Some youths will now ...
A Selection of Their Most Celebrated Songs and Sonnets Elizabethan age. CHRISTMAS. Now kings and queens poor sheepcotes have, And mate with every body ; The honest men now play the knave, And wise men play the noddy. Some youths will now ...
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Страница 45 - 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 23 - 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 roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Страница 29 - Tell wit how much it wrangles In tickle points of niceness : Tell wisdom she entangles Herself in over-wiseness : And when they do reply, Straight give them both the lie.
Страница 20 - 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 24 - 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.
Страница 19 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.
Страница 46 - 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.
Страница 28 - Say to the court, it glows And shines like rotten wood; Say to the church, it shows What's good, and doth no good: If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie. Tell potentates, they live Acting by others' action, Not loved unless they give, Not strong but by affection.
Страница 36 - SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must...