The Golden Pomp: A Procession of English Lyrics from Surrey to Shirley |
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But on the whole I trust that a fairly continuous chain of thought and feeling has
been woven from the beginning , which treats of morning , and youth , and spring
* Flower of the season , season of the flowers , Son of the sun , sweet spring , ' 1 ...
But on the whole I trust that a fairly continuous chain of thought and feeling has
been woven from the beginning , which treats of morning , and youth , and spring
* Flower of the season , season of the flowers , Son of the sun , sweet spring , ' 1 ...
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THE GOLDEN POMP I HARK , hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings , And
Phæbus ' gins arise , His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers
that lies ; And winking Mary - buds begin To ope their golden eyes : With
everything that ...
THE GOLDEN POMP I HARK , hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings , And
Phæbus ' gins arise , His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers
that lies ; And winking Mary - buds begin To ope their golden eyes : With
everything that ...
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III WHILST IT IS PRIME FRESH Spring , the herald of love's mighty king , In
whose cote - armour richly are display'd All sorts of flowers the which on earth do
spring In goodly colours gloriously array'd ,Go to my Love , where she is careless
laid ...
III WHILST IT IS PRIME FRESH Spring , the herald of love's mighty king , In
whose cote - armour richly are display'd All sorts of flowers the which on earth do
spring In goodly colours gloriously array'd ,Go to my Love , where she is careless
laid ...
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And paint the sable skies With azure , white , and red ; Rouse Memnon's mother
from her Tithon's bed , That she thy carriere may with roses spread ; The
nightingales thy coming each - where sing ; Make an eternal spring ! Give life to
this dark ...
And paint the sable skies With azure , white , and red ; Rouse Memnon's mother
from her Tithon's bed , That she thy carriere may with roses spread ; The
nightingales thy coming each - where sing ; Make an eternal spring ! Give life to
this dark ...
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When all the birds have matins said , And sung their thankful hymns , ' tis sin ,
Nay , profanation , to keep in , Whenas a thousand virgins on this day Spring ,
sooner than the lark , to fetch in May . 1 Rise , and put on your foliage , and.
When all the birds have matins said , And sung their thankful hymns , ' tis sin ,
Nay , profanation , to keep in , Whenas a thousand virgins on this day Spring ,
sooner than the lark , to fetch in May . 1 Rise , and put on your foliage , and.
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Airs Anon ANTHONY HOPE appear Author beauty birds born bright bring Browne called Campion clear College Crown 8vo dear death delight desire doth earth Edition English eyes face fair fall fear fire flowers follow give gone grace green grow hand hast hath hear heart heaven Herrick hope Illustrated Italy John keep kind king kiss Lady leave light lines lips live look Lord lovers lullaby merry mind morn move Nature never night once Page play pleasure poem poor pretty printed rest rose Second seen Shakespeare shepherd sighs sight sing sleep smile song soon soul spring story sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought true unto verse volume wanton weep wind wish 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.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | The Golden Pomp: A Procession of English Lyrics from Surrey to Shirley |
| Editor | Arthur Quiller-Couch |
| Edición | 2 |
| Editor | Methuen, 1895 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Harvard |
| Digitalizado | 8 Nov. 2007 |
| Largo | 382 páginas |
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