The Pembroke Booklets: First Series, Volym 1–3J.R. Tutin, 1905 |
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... babes their death in birth do find ; And now my pen these lines had dashed quite , But that they stopped his fury from the same , Because their fore - front bare sweet Stella's name . ( Astrophel and Stella , L. ) L 4 He sees his Shame ...
... babes their death in birth do find ; And now my pen these lines had dashed quite , But that they stopped his fury from the same , Because their fore - front bare sweet Stella's name . ( Astrophel and Stella , L. ) L 4 He sees his Shame ...
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... babes , Virtue , their thoughts well stayed ; Cupid's lust gone , and gone is bitter strife . Happy man , happy wife ! No pride shall them oppress , Nor yet shall yield to loathsome sluttishness ; And jealousy is slain : For Hymen will ...
... babes , Virtue , their thoughts well stayed ; Cupid's lust gone , and gone is bitter strife . Happy man , happy wife ! No pride shall them oppress , Nor yet shall yield to loathsome sluttishness ; And jealousy is slain : For Hymen will ...
Sida 49
... babe , Hope cradle bringeth Unto my children alway good rest taking . " 66 The babe cries , " Way , thy love doth keep me waking . ” Since , baby mine , from me thy watching springeth , Sleep then a little , pap Content is making ...
... babe , Hope cradle bringeth Unto my children alway good rest taking . " 66 The babe cries , " Way , thy love doth keep me waking . ” Since , baby mine , from me thy watching springeth , Sleep then a little , pap Content is making ...
Sida 56
... babe it soft doth lie In bed of lilies wrapped in tender wise , And compassed all about with roses sweet , And dainty violets from head to feet . There thousand birds , all of celestial brood , To him do sweetly carol day and night ...
... babe it soft doth lie In bed of lilies wrapped in tender wise , And compassed all about with roses sweet , And dainty violets from head to feet . There thousand birds , all of celestial brood , To him do sweetly carol day and night ...
Sida 21
... that breed the spirit's loss : No , my dear Lord , let my Heaven only be In my Love's service , but to live to thee . A Sweet Lullaby COME , little babe , come , 22 Nicholas Breton Sonnet: "The worldly prince doth in his sceptre hold.
... that breed the spirit's loss : No , my dear Lord , let my Heaven only be In my Love's service , but to live to thee . A Sweet Lullaby COME , little babe , come , 22 Nicholas Breton Sonnet: "The worldly prince doth in his sceptre hold.
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angels Arcadia Astræa Astrophel and Stella babe beams beauty BERTRAM DOBELL birds blessed blest bliss breast breath bright Britannia's Pastorals CALIFORNIA LIBRARY Corydon coupled joys maintain dear death delight deridan divine doth earth eternity eyes face fair fairest fancy farewell fear flock flowers forbear to weep George Wither glory grace grief happy hast hath heart heaven heavenly honour Hymen J. R. Tutin kiss leave light live long their coupled look Love's Mary Sidney merry mind mourn Muse Nature's never Nicholas Breton night nymphs pain Passion Phyllida Phyllis pleasure Poems poets poor praise rich sense shepherd shine sight Sir Philip Sidney sleep song sorrow soul do sing spring stars streams sweet baby sweetest tears thee THENOT thine things Thomas Traherne Thomas Vaughan thought Traherne tree true twas UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA unto verse wounds
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Sida 36 - 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 27 - LEAVE me, O Love, which reachest but to dust; And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things ; Grow rich in that which never taketh rust: Whatever fades, but fading pleasure brings. Draw in thy beams, and humble all thy might To that sweet yoke where lasting freedoms be ; Which breaks the clouds, and opens forth the light That doth both shine and give us sight to see.
Sida 14 - Town-folks my strength; a daintier judge applies His praise to sleight which from good use doth rise; Some lucky wits impute it but to chance...
Sida 13 - Of those fierce darts, Despair at me doth throw; 0 make in me those civil wars to cease : 1 will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed ; A chamber, deaf to noise, and blind to light; A rosy garland, and a weary head. And if these things, as being thine by right, Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me Livelier than elsewhere Stella's image see.
Sida 63 - To hear him speak, and sweetly smile, You were in Paradise the while. A sweet attractive kind of grace ,* A full assurance given by looks ; Continual comfort in a face. The lineaments of Gospel bookt — I trow that count'nance cannot lye, Whose thoughts are legible in the eye.
Sida 31 - No more, my dear, no more these counsels try; 0 give my passions leave to run their race; Let Fortune lay on me her worst disgrace; Let folk o'ercharged with brain against me cry; Let clouds bedim my face, break in mine eye; Let me no steps, but of lost labour, trace; Let all the earth with scorn recount my case— But do not will me from my love to fly.
Sida 53 - Before I understood this place Appointed for my second race, Or taught my soul to fancy aught But a white, celestial thought; When yet I had not walked above A mile or two from my first love, And looking back — at that short space — Could see a glimpse of his bright face...
Sida 21 - Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be; And that my Muse, to some ears not unsweet, Tempers her words to trampling horses
Sida 22 - Thine eyes my pride, thy lips mine history: If thou praise not, all other praise is shame. Nor so ambitious am I as to frame A nest for my young praise in laurel tree : In truth I swear, I wish not there should be Graved in my epitaph a poet's name. Ne, if I would, could I just title make, That any laud thereof to me should grow, Without my plumes from others...
Sida 55 - Dear, harmless age! the short, swift span, Where weeping virtue parts with man; Where love without lust dwells, and bends What way we please, without self-ends. An age of mysteries! which he Must live twice, that would Gods face see; Which Angels guard, and with it play, Angels! which foul men drive away.