A Sixteenth Century AnthologyArthur Symons H.M. Caldwell Company, 1906 - 468 страници |
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adieu Art thou beams beauty beauty's behold birds bliss bright Carmela Claia Cloris Corydon COUNTESS OF CUMBERLAND Cuckoo dear death delight desire dost doth earth echo ring EPITHALAMION eyes face fain fair Fairy fairy-queen fear flowers fools glory grace grief hand hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly Heigh-ho Hey-ho honour Hymen King kiss lady leave let her go light lips little boy live livës joy look Love Bound love doth love's lovers lullaby Lycoris maids merry Mertilla mind ne'er never night NYMPHIDIA nymphs Oberon Perigot Phyllida Pigwiggen pleasure poor praise pretty Proserpina Queen Mab quoth roses saith Samuel Daniel scorn servant love shepherd sighs sight sing sleep smile song song of praise Sonnet sorrow soul spring sweet tears Tell thee thing thou art thoughts true love unto untrue Love Venus wanton weep Whilst Willy wonder woods youth
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Страница 344 - Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'er-sways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
Страница 342 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Страница 340 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Страница 353 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights ; Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Страница 355 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Страница 348 - They that have power to hurt and will do none,' That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow, They rightly do inherit heaven's graces And husband nature's riches from expense ; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence.
Страница 326 - When daffodils begin to peer, "With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, "Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year ; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale.
Страница 357 - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait On purpose laid to make the taker mad; Mad in pursuit, and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest...
Страница 347 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Страница 323 - 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.