A Book of Elizabethan LyricsFelix Emmanuel Schelling Ginn, 1895 - 327 страници |
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... heaven of the gods of Greece and Rome to lay them before her feet . . It is not only the Renaissance with its rehabilitation of the senses which we find in these poems ; there is in them also the Renaissance with its ingenuity , its ...
... heaven of the gods of Greece and Rome to lay them before her feet . . It is not only the Renaissance with its rehabilitation of the senses which we find in these poems ; there is in them also the Renaissance with its ingenuity , its ...
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... heaven , I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.1 Less known , though scarcely less excellent of its kind , is Chapman's rebuke , the first of his sonnets to " his Mistress Philosophy , " which I quote here as ...
... heaven , I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.1 Less known , though scarcely less excellent of its kind , is Chapman's rebuke , the first of his sonnets to " his Mistress Philosophy , " which I quote here as ...
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... 5 . THE STRANGE PASSION OF A LOVER . AMID my bale I bathe in bliss , I swim in heaven , I sink in hell ; I find amends for every miss And yet my moan no tongue can tell . 5 IO I live and love , what would you more ? ELIZABETHAN LYRICS I.
... 5 . THE STRANGE PASSION OF A LOVER . AMID my bale I bathe in bliss , I swim in heaven , I sink in hell ; I find amends for every miss And yet my moan no tongue can tell . 5 IO I live and love , what would you more ? ELIZABETHAN LYRICS I.
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... heavens fair ; There is none hath a form so divine In the earth or the air . Such a one did I meet , good sir , Such an angel - like face , Who like a queen , like a nymph , did appear , By her gait , by her grace . She hath left me ...
... heavens fair ; There is none hath a form so divine In the earth or the air . Such a one did I meet , good sir , Such an angel - like face , Who like a queen , like a nymph , did appear , By her gait , by her grace . She hath left me ...
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... Is now arrayed in green , Her bosom springs with flowers , 40 The air dissolves her teen ; The heavens laugh at her glory , 5 Yet bide I sad and sorry . The woods are decked with leaves , And trees are ELIZABETHAN LYRICS .
... Is now arrayed in green , Her bosom springs with flowers , 40 The air dissolves her teen ; The heavens laugh at her glory , 5 Yet bide I sad and sorry . The woods are decked with leaves , And trees are ELIZABETHAN LYRICS .
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Astrophel and Stella Beaumont beauty BEN JONSON birds breast Breton bright Bullen Campion couplet Davison death delight desire Dirge Donne doth Drayton Drummond earth Elizabethan Elizabethan lyric England's Helicon English eyes fair fear Fleay Fletcher flowers Francis Beaumont golden grace Gram green grief Grosart hath heart heaven honor Italian JOHN FLETCHER Jonson kiss lady live Love's lovers Lyrics from Elizabethan lyrists madrigal metre metrical Michael Drayton mistress Muse never NICHOLAS BRETON night nonny passion pastoral Philip Rosseter Phyllis play pleasure poem Poetical Rhapsody poetry poets praise pretty quatorzain Queen rimes SAMUEL DANIEL sense Shakespeare shepherd Sidney sighs sing sleep Song Books sonnet sorrow soul Spenser spring stanza sweet content tercets thee Thomas THOMAS CAMPION THOMAS DEKKER thou art thought trochaic unto verse wanton weep whilst WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE words writing written ΙΟ
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Страница 87 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound...
Страница 184 - Sheds itself through the face, As alone there triumphs to the life All the gain, all the good, of the elements
Страница 84 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Страница 154 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
Страница 86 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Страница 58 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Страница 122 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming ? O, stay and hear ; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low : Trip no further, pretty sweeting ; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Страница 84 - When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate. Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope.
Страница 142 - And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well, And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
Страница 164 - 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.