The Poetry of George Wither, Volym 1A.H. Bullen, 1902 |
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... sorrow is ? Willy . Art thou , Philarete , in durance here , And dost thou ask me for what friend I grieve ? 11. 25 , 26. So 1622 , '33 . Earlier eds . read : — ' Wrong me not , Roget ; dost thou suffer here And ask me for what friend ...
... sorrow is ? Willy . Art thou , Philarete , in durance here , And dost thou ask me for what friend I grieve ? 11. 25 , 26. So 1622 , '33 . Earlier eds . read : — ' Wrong me not , Roget ; dost thou suffer here And ask me for what friend ...
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... sorrows at my sleeve ? I have in thee reposed so much trust , I never thought to find thee so unjust . Why , Willy ? Philarete . Willy . Prithee do not ask me why . Doth it diminish any of thy care , That I in freedom maken melody ; And ...
... sorrows at my sleeve ? I have in thee reposed so much trust , I never thought to find thee so unjust . Why , Willy ? Philarete . Willy . Prithee do not ask me why . Doth it diminish any of thy care , That I in freedom maken melody ; And ...
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... sorrow , For I have mirth here thou would'st not believe ; From deepest cares the highest joys I borrow . If ought chance out this day may make me grieve , I'll learn to mend , or scorn it by to - morrow . This barren place yields ...
... sorrow , For I have mirth here thou would'st not believe ; From deepest cares the highest joys I borrow . If ought chance out this day may make me grieve , I'll learn to mend , or scorn it by to - morrow . This barren place yields ...
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... Sorrow , make me wonder , For they can ne'er agree , nor bide asunder . Joy's ever wanton , and no order knows , She'll run at larks , or stand and bark at crows . Sorrow goes by her , and ne'er moves his eye : Yet both do serve to help ...
... Sorrow , make me wonder , For they can ne'er agree , nor bide asunder . Joy's ever wanton , and no order knows , She'll run at larks , or stand and bark at crows . Sorrow goes by her , and ne'er moves his eye : Yet both do serve to help ...
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... sorrow ; But my present state is such , As nor joy nor grieve I much . 40 Philarete . Why hath Willy then so long Thus forborne his wonted song ? Wherefore doth he now let fall His well - tuned pastoral , And my ears that music bar ...
... sorrow ; But my present state is such , As nor joy nor grieve I much . 40 Philarete . Why hath Willy then so long Thus forborne his wonted song ? Wherefore doth he now let fall His well - tuned pastoral , And my ears that music bar ...
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33 read A. H. BULLEN Abuses Stript Alexis barley-break behold Bentworth cause Charles Lamb conceit copy court Cuddy delight despair doth Earlier eds Early eds Eclogue edition Elizabeth Elizabeth Barry Envy Epigram Epithalamia Fair Virtue Falero fame favour fear Fidelia flocks fortunes friends George Wither give grace grieve Gutch hate hath hear heart hope John Juvenilia Lamb Later eds lero live LONDON Manydown Marshalsea mind Muse ne'er never nought nymphs passion pastoral perhaps Philarete pity poem poet Prince printed reprinted rest Roget Samuel Egerton Brydges satires Satyre scorn seems Shepherd's Hunting Shepherd's Pipe sing song SONNET sorrow Stript and Whipt swain sweet tell Thame thee there's thine thou art thou didst thou dost thou hast thou wert thought title-page true twas unto verse whilst Willy Wootton St worth wrong
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Sida 138 - SHALL I, wasting in despair, Die because a woman's fair? Or make pale my cheeks with care 'Cause another's rosy are? Be she fairer than the day, Or the flowery meads in May, If she think not well of me, What care I how fair she be?
Sida 61 - By a daisy, whose leaves spread, Shut when Titan goes to bed ; Or a shady bush or tree, She could more infuse in me, Than all Nature's beauties can In some other wiser man. By her help I also now Make this churlish place allow Some things that may sweeten gladness, In the very gall of sadness. The dull loneness, the black shade, That these hanging vaults have made ; The strange music of the waves, Beating on these hollow caves ; This black den which rocks emboss, Overgrown with eldest moss : The...
Sida 139 - Think what with them they would do That without them dare to woo ; And unless that mind I see, What care I how great she be ? Great, or good, or kind, or fair, I will ne'er the more despair: If she love me, this believe, I will die ere she shall grieve : If she slight me when I woo, I can scorn and let her go ; For if she be not for me, What care I for whom she be ? George Wither.
Sida 59 - Here I waste away the light, And consume the sullen night, She doth for my comfort stay, And keeps many cares away. Though I miss the flowery fields, With those sweets the springtide yields...
Sida 60 - I saw I could some invention draw, And raise pleasure to her height Through the meanest object's sight.
Sida 139 - Be she meeker, kinder, than fhe turtle-dove or pelican : If she be not so to me, What care I how kind she be? Shall a woman's virtues move Me to perish for her love? Or, her well-deservings known, Make me quite forget mine own?
Sida 59 - I'll fly where I never did : And though for her sake I'm crost, Though my best hopes I have lost, And knew she would...
Sida 138 - Cause I see a woman kind ; Or a well-disposed nature Joined with a lovely feature ? Be she meeker, kinder, than Turtle-dove or pelican, If she be not so to me What care I how kind she be...
Sida 61 - Though thou be to them a scorn That to nought but earth are born, Let my life no longer be Than I am in love with thee...