A Book of Seventeenth Century LyricsGinn, 1899 - 314 sidor |
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... keeping up the unequal struggle in satire , ribald and hoarse with abuse , like Clieveland's . Stanley had turned to the consolations of philosophical study . Montrose , the last of that goodly line of English noblemen whose highly ...
... keeping up the unequal struggle in satire , ribald and hoarse with abuse , like Clieveland's . Stanley had turned to the consolations of philosophical study . Montrose , the last of that goodly line of English noblemen whose highly ...
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... keeps our flocks and us , and both leads forth To better pastures than great Pales can . Hear , O you groves , and hills resound his worth ; And , while his powers and praises thus we sing , The valleys let rebound and all the rivers ...
... keeps our flocks and us , and both leads forth To better pastures than great Pales can . Hear , O you groves , and hills resound his worth ; And , while his powers and praises thus we sing , The valleys let rebound and all the rivers ...
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... keep Watchful sorrows charmed in sleep . Though the eyes be overtaken , Yet the heart doth ever waken Thoughts , chained up in busy snares Of continual woes and cares : Love and griefs are so exprest As they rather sigh than rest . Fly ...
... keep Watchful sorrows charmed in sleep . Though the eyes be overtaken , Yet the heart doth ever waken Thoughts , chained up in busy snares Of continual woes and cares : Love and griefs are so exprest As they rather sigh than rest . Fly ...
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... keep in , Whenas a thousand virgins on this day Spring , sooner than the lark , to fetch in May . Rise , and put on your foliage , and be seen To come forth , like the spring - time , fresh and green And sweet as Flora . Take no care ...
... keep in , Whenas a thousand virgins on this day Spring , sooner than the lark , to fetch in May . Rise , and put on your foliage , and be seen To come forth , like the spring - time , fresh and green And sweet as Flora . Take no care ...
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... keep'st time , Thy knick - a - knock is a smith's best chime . Yet thwick - a - thwack , thwick , thwack - a - thwack , thwack , 5 Make our brawny sinews crack : Then pit - a - pat , pat , pit - a - pat , pat , Till thickest bars be ...
... keep'st time , Thy knick - a - knock is a smith's best chime . Yet thwick - a - thwack , thwick , thwack - a - thwack , thwack , 5 Make our brawny sinews crack : Then pit - a - pat , pat , pit - a - pat , pat , Till thickest bars be ...
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Amoret appears beauty Ben Jonson bright Carew Castara century Charles Charles Cotton charming Clorinda conceit Cowley Crashaw crown Dean Prior death delight devotional Donne Donne's dost doth earth edition EDMUND WALLER Elizabethan Lyrics English eyes face fair fate flame flowers glory grace Grosart hast hath heart heaven Herbert Herrick Hesperides JAMES SHIRLEY Jasper Mayne JOHN DRYDEN JOHN MILTON Jonson King kiss Lady light literature live Lord Love's lover Milton mistress night passion Pattison Phyllis play poem poetical poetry poets praise prose Quarles Queen reads reign RICHARD BROME RICHARD CRASHAW ROBERT HERRICK rose Sandys shade Shakespeare sing smile SONG sonnet soul Spenser spring stanza stars sweet baby sleep tears thee thine things Thomas Carew THOMAS FLATMAN thou thought Thyrsis unto Vaughan verse Waller whilst WILLIAM HABINGTON wings Wit's Recreations Wither word written youth ΙΟ
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Sida 22 - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took; Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble, with too much conceiving; And, so sepulchred, in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
Sida 61 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee, why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do't?
Sida 217 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man.
Sida 275 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Sida 76 - GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry; For...
Sida 159 - Let us roll all our strength and all Our sweetness up into one ball, And tear our pleasures with rough strife Thorough the iron gates of life.
Sida 218 - Grand Chorus As from the power of sacred lays The spheres began to move, And sung the great Creator's praise To all the Blest above; So, when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour, The trumpet shall be heard on high, The dead shall live, the living die, And Music shall untune the sky.
Sida 151 - 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...
Sida 21 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth and youth and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Sida 169 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know At first sight if the bird be flown; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown.