British Anthologies, Том 4Edward Arber Henry Frowde, 1901 |
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... , EARL OF ESSEX To face p . 84 SIR WALTER RALEGH 99 148 FRANCIS BEAUMONT JOHN FLETCHER • WILLIAM DRUMMOND SIR HENRY WOTTON 99 196 210 • 288 99 • 19 298 Reclared 8-29-36 gim Sift H.E. Curtis 9-18-1935- CONTENTS . Anonymous.
... , EARL OF ESSEX To face p . 84 SIR WALTER RALEGH 99 148 FRANCIS BEAUMONT JOHN FLETCHER • WILLIAM DRUMMOND SIR HENRY WOTTON 99 196 210 • 288 99 • 19 298 Reclared 8-29-36 gim Sift H.E. Curtis 9-18-1935- CONTENTS . Anonymous.
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... face . Her beams ( which some dull men called hair ! ) divided ; Part with her cheeks , part with her lips , did sport : But these , as rude , her breath put by still . Some Wiselier downwards sought ; but falling short , Curled back in ...
... face . Her beams ( which some dull men called hair ! ) divided ; Part with her cheeks , part with her lips , did sport : But these , as rude , her breath put by still . Some Wiselier downwards sought ; but falling short , Curled back in ...
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... face with bashful blood did flame ; Not knowing VENUS from the other . ' Then never blush , CUPID ! ' quoth I , ' For many have erred in this Beauty ! ' MARK , when She smiles with amiable cheer ! And 43 Edmund Spenser .
... face with bashful blood did flame ; Not knowing VENUS from the other . ' Then never blush , CUPID ! ' quoth I , ' For many have erred in this Beauty ! ' MARK , when She smiles with amiable cheer ! And 43 Edmund Spenser .
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... face ? Who first did break thy sleeps of quiet rest ? Above the rest in Court , who gave thee grace ? Who made thee strive in honour to be best ? In constant troth , to bide so firm and pure ? Love . Love . Love . Love . Love . To scorn ...
... face ? Who first did break thy sleeps of quiet rest ? Above the rest in Court , who gave thee grace ? Who made thee strive in honour to be best ? In constant troth , to bide so firm and pure ? Love . Love . Love . Love . Love . To scorn ...
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... face , Doth promise joy and grace ! Fair CYNTHIA's silver light , That beats on running streams , Compares not with her white ; Whose hairs are all sunbeams . So bright my Nymph doth shine , As day unto mine eyne ! With this , there is ...
... face , Doth promise joy and grace ! Fair CYNTHIA's silver light , That beats on running streams , Compares not with her white ; Whose hairs are all sunbeams . So bright my Nymph doth shine , As day unto mine eyne ! With this , there is ...
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Страница 9 - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Страница 13 - 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.
Страница 201 - With the best gamesters : what things have we seen Done at the Mermaid; heard words that have been So nimble, and so full of subtle flame, As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life...
Страница 17 - Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity : 'Fie, fie, fie...
Страница 13 - 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.
Страница 219 - DRINK to me, only with thine eyes; And I will pledge with mine! Or leave a kiss but in the cup; And I'll not look for wine!
Страница 12 - em, if thou canst : leave working. SONG. Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
Страница 63 - As I in hoary winter's night stood shivering in the snow, Surprised I was with sudden heat which made my heart to glow ; And lifting up a fearful eye to view what fire was near, A pretty babe all burning bright did in the air appear, ;: Who scorched with excessive heat such floods of tears did shed, As though his floods should quench his flames which with his tears were fed. Alas...
Страница 8 - The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be. Is she kind, as she is fair, For beauty lives with kindness f Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness ; And, being helpd, inhabits there.
Страница 3 - 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.