English LyricsKegan Paul, Trench & Company, 1883 - 296 páginas |
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... doth stand My heart distract in pain ; Dear hand , alas ! In little space My life thou dost restrain . O fingers slight ! Departed right , So long , so small , so round ; Goodly begone , And yet a bone Most cruel in my wound . With ...
... doth stand My heart distract in pain ; Dear hand , alas ! In little space My life thou dost restrain . O fingers slight ! Departed right , So long , so small , so round ; Goodly begone , And yet a bone Most cruel in my wound . With ...
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... doth cause me plain : So dread cuts off my joy . Thus is my wealth mingled with woe , And of each thought a doubt doth grow , Now he comes , will he come ? alas ! no , no . IV . RICHARD EDWARDS , 1523-1566 . AMANTIUM IRE AMORIS HENRY ...
... doth cause me plain : So dread cuts off my joy . Thus is my wealth mingled with woe , And of each thought a doubt doth grow , Now he comes , will he come ? alas ! no , no . IV . RICHARD EDWARDS , 1523-1566 . AMANTIUM IRE AMORIS HENRY ...
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... doth sit the fairest fair That ever eye did yet behold . It is Phillis fair and bright , She that is the shepherd's joy ; She that Venus did despite , And did blind her little boy . This is she , the wise , the rich , That the world ...
... doth sit the fairest fair That ever eye did yet behold . It is Phillis fair and bright , She that is the shepherd's joy ; She that Venus did despite , And did blind her little boy . This is she , the wise , the rich , That the world ...
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... doth please thee most ? To gaze on beauty still . Whom dost thou think to be thy foe ? Disdain of my good will . Doth company displease ? Yes , surely , many one . Where doth Desire delight to live ? He loves to live alone . Doth either ...
... doth please thee most ? To gaze on beauty still . Whom dost thou think to be thy foe ? Disdain of my good will . Doth company displease ? Yes , surely , many one . Where doth Desire delight to live ? He loves to live alone . Doth either ...
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... doth serve for all . I see how plenty surfeits oft , And hasty climbers soon do fall ; I see that those which are aloft Mishap doth threaten most of all ; They get with toil , they keep with fear : Such cares my mind could never bear ...
... doth serve for all . I see how plenty surfeits oft , And hasty climbers soon do fall ; I see that those which are aloft Mishap doth threaten most of all ; They get with toil , they keep with fear : Such cares my mind could never bear ...
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Términos y frases comunes
adieu Love Anthony Wood beauty BEN JONSON best fits birds blow bosom breast breath bright brow cold County Guy Cynthia's Revels dead infected dear death delight doth earth England's Helicon eyes fair Samela fancy fear fire fits a little flowers Forget friends GEORGE GASCOIGNE give gone grave hath heart heaven holly Honour lady leaves live look Love is dead Love's lovers lulla lullaby lyric mourn ne'er never NICHOLAS BRETON night numbers o'er old familiar faces pain peace Phillada flouts Phillis pity pleasure poem Queen rage of wind ROBERT SOUTHWELL roses scorn shepherd shine sighs sight sing sleep smile SONG sorrow soul spring stars sweet tears tell thee thine things THOMAS DEKKER thou art thou dost Thou hast thought toil tomb tree ULYSSES unto untrue Love verse waking eye wanton waves weep wert winds youth
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Página 120 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against Fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Página 186 - SHE was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight ; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament : Her eyes as stars of twilight fair ; Like twilight's too her dusky hair ; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn ; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Página 224 - And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head; And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him; But little he'll reck; if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Página 66 - A HYMN TO GOD THE FATHER. W PILT Thou forgive that sin where I begun, Which was my sin, though it were done before ? Wilt Thou forgive that sin, through which I run And do run still, though still I do deplore ? When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done ; For I have more.
Página 136 - Going to the Wars TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True; a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Página 57 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...
Página 69 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess, excellently bright! Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose: Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess, excellently bright!
Página 116 - SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die.
Página 216 - She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Página 81 - Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity : 'Fie, fie, fie...