British Anthologies, Том 4Edward Arber Henry Frowde, 1901 |
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... hath sold But my outside to behold ! Gilded timber do worms infold ! Had you been as wise as bold , Young in limbs , in judgement old ; Your answer had not been inscrolled , Fare you well ! Your suit is cold ! THE SILVER CASKET . The ...
... hath sold But my outside to behold ! Gilded timber do worms infold ! Had you been as wise as bold , Young in limbs , in judgement old ; Your answer had not been inscrolled , Fare you well ! Your suit is cold ! THE SILVER CASKET . The ...
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... hath . The Scroll inside . You that choose not by the view , Chance as fair , and choose as true ! Since this fortune falls to you ; Be content , and seek no new ! If you be well pleased with this , And hold your fortune for your bliss ...
... hath . The Scroll inside . You that choose not by the view , Chance as fair , and choose as true ! Since this fortune falls to you ; Be content , and seek no new ! If you be well pleased with this , And hold your fortune for your bliss ...
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... hath present laughter ; What's to come is still unsure ! in delay , there lies no plenty ! Then come , kiss me , sweet and twenty ! Youth's a stuff will not endure ! UNDER the greenwood tree , Who loves to lie with 13 William Shakespeare .
... hath present laughter ; What's to come is still unsure ! in delay , there lies no plenty ! Then come , kiss me , sweet and twenty ! Youth's a stuff will not endure ! UNDER the greenwood tree , Who loves to lie with 13 William Shakespeare .
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... hath forlorn me , living in thrall ! Heart is bleeding , all help needing ! O , cruel speeding , fraughted with gall ! My shepherd's pipe can sound no deal ! My wether's bell rings doleful knell ! My curtail dog , that wont to have ...
... hath forlorn me , living in thrall ! Heart is bleeding , all help needing ! O , cruel speeding , fraughted with gall ! My shepherd's pipe can sound no deal ! My wether's bell rings doleful knell ! My curtail dog , that wont to have ...
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... disperse them in the skies ! Or with thy tears , dissolve them into rain ! Thoughts , Hopes , and Love , return to me no more ! Till CYNTHIA shine , as she hath done before . A CONTENTION BETWIXT A WIFE , A WIDOW , AND 26 Anonymous .
... disperse them in the skies ! Or with thy tears , dissolve them into rain ! Thoughts , Hopes , and Love , return to me no more ! Till CYNTHIA shine , as she hath done before . A CONTENTION BETWIXT A WIFE , A WIDOW , AND 26 Anonymous .
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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.