The Shakespeare Anthology: 1592-1616 A. D.Edward Arber H. Frowde, 1899 - 312 страници |
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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 ? To scorn the World , regarding but thy ...
... 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 ? To scorn the World , regarding but thy ...
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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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... face , As Queen of every grace ! This pleasant lily white , This taint of roseate red , This CYNTHIA's silver light , This sweet fair DEA spread , These sunbeams in mine eye , These beauties make me die ! Rev. Robert Southwell , S.F. ...
... face , As Queen of every grace ! This pleasant lily white , This taint of roseate red , This CYNTHIA's silver light , This sweet fair DEA spread , These sunbeams in mine eye , These beauties make me die ! Rev. Robert Southwell , S.F. ...
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ANON ANTHOLOGY Beauty Beauty's birds BODENHAM'S England's Helicon Bodleian Library bright CAMPION Cherry ripe CORIDON Crown cuckoo CUPID Cynthia's Revels DAPHNIS DAVISON'S Poetical Rhapsody death delight desire disdain doth Earl of MURRAY earth Edited Extra fcap eyes face fair Farewell favour fear fire flowers fools frown give golden morning breaks grace happy HARPALUS hast hath hear heart heaven Heigh-ho hey trolly High trololly honour Humble dum Jolly Shepherd JONSON kiss Lady live lolly look Love's Lovers lullaby M.D. Airs Madrigals Maid Maidens merry mind Mistress ne'er never night Nymphs pain pity pleasure Poems praise Queen quoth roses scorn SHAKESPEARE shine sighs sight sing sleep SONG sorrow soul Swain sweet content sweet Love tears Tell thee thine thought tongue True Love Tweedle twino unto VENUS W. W. SKEAT wanton weep wend Whilst WIDOW WIFE Women wound
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Страница 11 - 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 15 - 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 203 - 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 19 - 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 299 - How happy is he born and taught, That serveth not another's will! Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill...
Страница 15 - 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 14 - 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 136 - A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. 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 10 - 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.