Chaucer to BurnsWilliam James Linton C. Scribner's Sons, 1883 |
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... . Sonnets to Stella ..... FULKE GREVILLE , LORD BROOKE : Cynthia .... PAGE 16 16 18 20 20 ៩ ៩ ៩៩ 21 23 24 325 25 27 28 33 34 14 435 47 47 48 55 49 51 54 55 58 61 THOMAS WATSON : On Sidney's death .. The Kiss ..... xliv CONTENTS .
... . Sonnets to Stella ..... FULKE GREVILLE , LORD BROOKE : Cynthia .... PAGE 16 16 18 20 20 ៩ ៩ ៩៩ 21 23 24 325 25 27 28 33 34 14 435 47 47 48 55 49 51 54 55 58 61 THOMAS WATSON : On Sidney's death .. The Kiss ..... xliv CONTENTS .
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William James Linton. THOMAS WATSON : On Sidney's death .. The Kiss ..... Jealous of Ganymede . My love is past .. HENRY CONSTABLE : Diaphenia .. The Fowler If true love . THOMAS LODGE : Rosalynde's Madrigal Rosalynde A Lover's ...
William James Linton. THOMAS WATSON : On Sidney's death .. The Kiss ..... Jealous of Ganymede . My love is past .. HENRY CONSTABLE : Diaphenia .. The Fowler If true love . THOMAS LODGE : Rosalynde's Madrigal Rosalynde A Lover's ...
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William James Linton. ROBERT BURNS : To a Mountain Daisy . Ae fond Kiss . Of a ' the Airts . Bonnie Lesley . The Banks o ' Doon . PAGE 293 295 295 296 297 298 299 Whistle ! and I'll come to you 300 300 Duncan Gray Ane - and - twenty A ...
William James Linton. ROBERT BURNS : To a Mountain Daisy . Ae fond Kiss . Of a ' the Airts . Bonnie Lesley . The Banks o ' Doon . PAGE 293 295 295 296 297 298 299 Whistle ! and I'll come to you 300 300 Duncan Gray Ane - and - twenty A ...
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... kiss no men Till they do for good and all ; Then she made the Shepherd call All the heavens to witness truth- Never ... kisses sweet concluded ; And Phillida with garlands gay Was made the Lady of the May . A SWEET LULLABY . Come ...
... kiss no men Till they do for good and all ; Then she made the Shepherd call All the heavens to witness truth- Never ... kisses sweet concluded ; And Phillida with garlands gay Was made the Lady of the May . A SWEET LULLABY . Come ...
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... kisses , Cupid paid : His stakes his quiver , bow , and arrows , His mother's doves and team of sparrows ; Loses them too ; then down he throws The coral of his lip , the rose Growing on's cheek ( but none knows how ) , With these the ...
... kisses , Cupid paid : His stakes his quiver , bow , and arrows , His mother's doves and team of sparrows ; Loses them too ; then down he throws The coral of his lip , the rose Growing on's cheek ( but none knows how ) , With these the ...
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Ae fond kiss Æneid beauty bel ami BEN JONSON birds bless'd blushing bonnie breast breath bright Chaucer cheeks CLORINDA Corydon crown Cuckoo dear death delight divine dost doth earth eyes fair fate fear fire flame flowers FRANCIS BEAUMONT FRANCIS DAVISON GILES FLETCHER glory golden grace grief hair hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly JEAN ELLIOT joys King kiss Lady light lilies lips live look Love is dead Love's lovers Lycidas Maid melancholy merry mind Mistress Muse N'oserez-vous ne'er never night nonny nought numbers Nymphs o'er pity play pleasure poems poet praise Queen RICHARD BROME roses shade shepherds shine sigh sight sing sleep smile song sonnets sorrow soul Spring stars sweet tears Tell thine thing thou art thought Tottel's Miscellany true love unto verse virtue WALTER DAVISON weep wind wings wither woods wooing o't wrote
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Страница 109 - 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 227 - Going to the Wars TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True; a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Страница 106 - Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! &c.
Страница 263 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Страница 264 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame...
Страница 104 - 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 290 - ... eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire ? And what shoulder and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And, when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand and what dread feet? What the hammer? What the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? What dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears, And water'd heaven with...
Страница 206 - Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato, to unfold What worlds or what vast regions hold The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook...
Страница 111 - 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 ruin'd 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 129 - 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. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.