The Golden Pomp: A Procession of English Lyrics from Surrey to ShirleyArthur Quiller-Couch Methuen, 1895 - 382 páginas |
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... laid Yet in her Winter's bower not well awake : Tell her the joyous time will not be stay'd Unless she do him by the fore - lock take : 1 Starling . THE INVOCATION Bid her therefore herself soon ready make To 2 THE GOLDEN POMP.
... laid Yet in her Winter's bower not well awake : Tell her the joyous time will not be stay'd Unless she do him by the fore - lock take : 1 Starling . THE INVOCATION Bid her therefore herself soon ready make To 2 THE GOLDEN POMP.
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... tell her through your chirping bills , As you by me are bidden , To her is only known my love Which from the world is hidden . Go pretty birds and tell her so , See that your notes strain not too low , For still methinks I see her frown ...
... tell her through your chirping bills , As you by me are bidden , To her is only known my love Which from the world is hidden . Go pretty birds and tell her so , See that your notes strain not too low , For still methinks I see her frown ...
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... Tell her I will not change my choice ; Yet still methinks I see her frown ! Ye pretty wantons warble . O fly ! make haste ! see , see , she falls Into a pretty slumber ! Sing round about her rosy bed That waking she may wonder : Say to ...
... Tell her I will not change my choice ; Yet still methinks I see her frown ! Ye pretty wantons warble . O fly ! make haste ! see , see , she falls Into a pretty slumber ! Sing round about her rosy bed That waking she may wonder : Say to ...
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... , And Primroses green , Embellish the sweet Violet . Tell me , have ye beheld her angelic face Like Phoebe fair ? Her heavenly haviour , her princely grace , Can ye well compare ? 57 The Red rose medled1 with the White yfere , 2.
... , And Primroses green , Embellish the sweet Violet . Tell me , have ye beheld her angelic face Like Phoebe fair ? Her heavenly haviour , her princely grace , Can ye well compare ? 57 The Red rose medled1 with the White yfere , 2.
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... TELL me , thou skilful shepherd swain , Who's yonder in the valley set ? O , it is she , whose sweets do stain The lily , rose , the violet ! Why doth the sun against his kind Stay his bright chariot in the skies ? He pauseth , almost ...
... TELL me , thou skilful shepherd swain , Who's yonder in the valley set ? O , it is she , whose sweets do stain The lily , rose , the violet ! Why doth the sun against his kind Stay his bright chariot in the skies ? He pauseth , almost ...
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Anon ANTHONY HOPE Author babe Baring Gould beauty birds Book of Airs bright Buckram Campion Corydon Crown 8vo cuckoo dear death delight dost doth E. F. BENSON earth England's Helicon English eyes fair fairy-queen fear flowers GILBERT PARKER GORDON BROWNE grace green Greensleeves grief H. C. BEECHING hath heart heaven heavenly Heigh Herrick honour JOHN KEBLE Jonson king kiss Lady leave light lips live look Lord Love's lovers lullaby Madrigals maid merry MESSRS METHUEN'S LIST mind morn never night nonny pity pleasure poem praise pretty Prisoner of Zenda Queen Raleigh rose Shakespeare shepherd sighs sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spring stanzas story swain tears Tereu thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought true love unto verse volume W. E. HENLEY W. G. COLLINGWOOD wanton weep wilt thou wind winter youth
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Página 277 - A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Página 22 - When daisies pied, and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds, of yellow hue, Do paint the meadows with delight ; The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he :Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Página 19 - Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'er-sways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
Página 116 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights ; Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Página 144 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Página 15 - 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.
Página 105 - As it fell upon a day, In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made...
Página 123 - Philomel her voice shall raise ? You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own ; What are you when the rose is blown ? So, when my mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not design'd Th...
Página 41 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
Página 109 - We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ! As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew Ne'er to be found again.