Shorter Elizabethan Poems, Том 8Thomas Seccombe A. Constable and Company, Limited, 1903 - 358 страници |
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... soon abandoned law for medicine and became a physician of some standing . In 1595 he published an excessively rare volume of Latin verse , Thomæ Campiani Poemata , which was reprinted with many additions and a few omissions in 1619. The ...
... soon abandoned law for medicine and became a physician of some standing . In 1595 he published an excessively rare volume of Latin verse , Thomæ Campiani Poemata , which was reprinted with many additions and a few omissions in 1619. The ...
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... soon resumed the use of rhyme . In 1607 he published his first masque , written on the occasion of the marriage of Sir James Hay and performed before the king on Twelfth Night , 1606-7 . In 1613 he prepared three masques , one for the ...
... soon resumed the use of rhyme . In 1607 he published his first masque , written on the occasion of the marriage of Sir James Hay and performed before the king on Twelfth Night , 1606-7 . In 1613 he prepared three masques , one for the ...
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... soon after 1617. In the dedicatory epistle Campion congratulates his patron , Sir Thomas Monson , on the fact that ' those clouds that lately overcast Your fame and fortune are dispersed at last . ' Monson had been committed to the ...
... soon after 1617. In the dedicatory epistle Campion congratulates his patron , Sir Thomas Monson , on the fact that ' those clouds that lately overcast Your fame and fortune are dispersed at last . ' Monson had been committed to the ...
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... soon lost for new love . Another shepherd you did see To whom your heart was soon enchained ; Full soon your love was leapt from me , Full soon my place he had obtained . Soon came a third your love to win , And we were out , and he was ...
... soon lost for new love . Another shepherd you did see To whom your heart was soon enchained ; Full soon your love was leapt from me , Full soon my place he had obtained . Soon came a third your love to win , And we were out , and he was ...
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... soon lost for new love . WEEPING full sore , with face as fair as silver , Not wanting rose nor lily white to paint it , I saw a lady walk fast by a river Upon whose banks Diana's nymphs all danced . Her beauty great had divers gods ...
... soon lost for new love . WEEPING full sore , with face as fair as silver , Not wanting rose nor lily white to paint it , I saw a lady walk fast by a river Upon whose banks Diana's nymphs all danced . Her beauty great had divers gods ...
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adieu love beauty beauty's blessed bliss Book of Songs breast cruel CUPID dear death delight desert desire despair disdain earth England's Helicon eyes faith Falero false Fancy Farewell favour fear fire flame flowers GIOVANNI FERRETTI grace grief Handkercher happy hast hath heart heaven heavenly honour hope JOHN DOWLAND JOHN WILBYE kiss labours lero light live fair ORIANA Long live fair LORD love doth Love's lovers LUCA MARENZIO Lutenist Madrigals Maid mind mourn ne'er never NICHOLAS YONGE night nymphs of DIANA pain PHILIP ROSSETER pity pleasure poems poor Posy sent praise prove Queen rest sang the shepherds scorn shepherds and nymphs shine sighs sight sing Sir THOMAS MONSON sleep smile sorrow soul sweet tears thine things THOMAS CAMPION THOMAS MORLEY thou thoughts True love unto untrue love verse virtue voice vows wanton weep WILLIAM BYRD words yield
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Страница 343 - What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Страница 316 - Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet; Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast, My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest — Ah, wanton, will ye?
Страница 342 - Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, And Innocence, thy sister dear? Mistaken long, I sought you then In busy companies of men: Your sacred plants, if here below, Only among the plants will grow; Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So amorous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress
Страница 97 - His golden locks Time hath to silver turned; O Time too swift, O swiftness never ceasing ! His youth 'gainst time and age hath ever spurned, But spurned in vain; youth waneth by increasing: Beauty, strength, youth, are flowers but fading seen; Duty, faith, love, are roots, and ever green. His helmet now shall make a hive for bees; And lovers...
Страница 266 - MY prime of youth is but a frost of cares; My feast of joy is but a dish of pain; My crop of corn is but a field of tares; And all my good is but vain hope of gain; The day is fled, and yet I saw no sun; And now I live, and now my life is done!
Страница 343 - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
Страница 338 - Well then ; I now do plainly see, This busy world and I shall ne'er agree ; The very honey of all earthly joy Does of all meats the soonest cloy, And they, methinks, deserve my pity, Who for it can endure the stings, The crowd, and buzz, and murmurings Of this great hive, the city. Ah, yet, ere I descend to th...
Страница 127 - WEEP you no more, sad fountains ; What need you flow so fast? Look how the snowy mountains Heaven's sun doth gently waste! But my Sun's heavenly eyes View not your weeping, That now lies sleeping Softly, now softly lies Sleeping. Sleep is a reconciling, A rest that peace begets; Doth not the sun rise smiling When fair at even he sets? Rest you then, rest, sad eyes! Melt not in weeping, While she lies sleeping Softly, now softly lies Sleeping.
Страница 338 - I descend to the grave May I a small house and large garden have; And a few friends, and many books, both true, Both wise, and both delightful too!
Страница 340 - He makes the figs our mouths to meet, And throws the melons at our feet; But apples plants of such a price, No tree could ever bear them twice...