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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... 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 my change, Blame not my Lute ! My Lute, alas ! doth not offend ...
... 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 my change, Blame not my Lute ! My Lute, alas ! doth not offend ...
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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 for to ...
... 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 for to ...
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... air Seems all composed of sounds, about them everywhere. The throstle, with shrill sharps, as purposely he song T' awake the listless sun ; or chiding, that so long BIRDS IN SPRING. He was in coming forth, that should. 46.
... air Seems all composed of sounds, about them everywhere. The throstle, with shrill sharps, as purposely he song T' awake the listless sun ; or chiding, that so long BIRDS IN SPRING. He was in coming forth, that should. 46.
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... sounds, they sing to pleasant May ; Upon his dulcet pipe the merle doth only play. When in the lower brake, the nightingale hard by, In such lamenting strains the joyful hours doth ply, As though the other birds she to her tunes would ...
... sounds, they sing to pleasant May ; Upon his dulcet pipe the merle doth only play. When in the lower brake, the nightingale hard by, In such lamenting strains the joyful hours doth ply, As though the other birds she to her tunes would ...
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... , and even the echoing air Seems all composed of sounds, about them everywhere. The throstle, with shrill sharps, as purposely he song T awake the listless sun; or chiding, that so long . HIRDS IN SPRING. He was in coming forth, that. 46.
... , and even the echoing air Seems all composed of sounds, about them everywhere. The throstle, with shrill sharps, as purposely he song T awake the listless sun; or chiding, that so long . HIRDS IN SPRING. He was in coming forth, that. 46.
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awake beauty beds bird BIRDS IN SPRING birth Blame Blessings blood blow breath bright brow cares Christmas cold coming compared courts delight dost doth draw EARLY earth enjoy eyes face fair fall fear field flocks flowers Friend gate George give grace grow hand happy hath head heart heaven hills hither keep kind kings kiss knows leaves less lies light live look love's Lute merry mind mirth morn move nature NEAT never night notes pipe play poor QUEEN reply rest rise rose round season seek Seems seen shades shepherd shows sing sleep SONG SONNET soul sound spare star SUNDAY sweet Tell thee things thou art thou hast thoughts Thy presence tree TRIUMPH tunes Unto wakes warbling what's whole wind winter wish yield young Youth
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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...