English lyrics from Spenser to Milton, intr. by J. DennisJohn Dennis 1898 |
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... field , and by the milkmaid in the byre . A great poet , he is also immeasurably the greatest writer of words that can be set to music and sung by village maidens during their daily toil , -of words such as Wordsworth's " Highland ...
... field , and by the milkmaid in the byre . A great poet , he is also immeasurably the greatest writer of words that can be set to music and sung by village maidens during their daily toil , -of words such as Wordsworth's " Highland ...
Página xiv
... field . The " fine madness " that should possess a poet's brain was ex- changed for the wit , lucidity , and common sense so dear to the followers of Pope . The voice of song was mute , and the exulting notes of the earlier singers ...
... field . The " fine madness " that should possess a poet's brain was ex- changed for the wit , lucidity , and common sense so dear to the followers of Pope . The voice of song was mute , and the exulting notes of the earlier singers ...
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... field turns a street , each street a park Made green and trimmed with trees ! see how Devotion gives each house a bough Or branch : Each porch , each door , ere this , An ark , a tabernacle is , Made up of white - thorn neatly interwove ...
... field turns a street , each street a park Made green and trimmed with trees ! see how Devotion gives each house a bough Or branch : Each porch , each door , ere this , An ark , a tabernacle is , Made up of white - thorn neatly interwove ...
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... fields , and we not see't ? Come , we'll abroad : and let's obey The proclamation made for May , And sin no more , as we have done , by staying , But , my Corinna , come , let's go a - Maying . There's not a budding boy or girl this day ...
... fields , and we not see't ? Come , we'll abroad : and let's obey The proclamation made for May , And sin no more , as we have done , by staying , But , my Corinna , come , let's go a - Maying . There's not a budding boy or girl this day ...
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... fields with flowers are decked in every hue , The clouds bespangle with bright gold their blue : Here is the pleasant place , And everything , save her , who all should grace . MADRIGAL SISTER , awake ! close not your eyes ! The day her ...
... fields with flowers are decked in every hue , The clouds bespangle with bright gold their blue : Here is the pleasant place , And everything , save her , who all should grace . MADRIGAL SISTER , awake ! close not your eyes ! The day her ...
Términos y frases comunes
a-Maying adieu ANON apace beauty beauty's BED OF ROSES BEN JONSON birds breast breath bright bring CAMPION CASTARA CORYDON COWLEY cowslips crown Cuckoo CUPID dear death delight ding doth earth echo ring eyes face fear fire flames FLETCHER flowers garland golden grace green happy hast hath heart heaven heavenly Heigh HERRICK Hey nonny Hymen JOHN DENNIS king kiss lady light lilies lips live love thee Love's lovers lulla MADRIGAL maids merry mind mirth MISTRESS morn ne'er never night nightingale Nymphs PAPHOS Philomel pity pleasure poet praise pretty Queen rest ROBERT ANNING BELL roses scorn shade SHAKESPEARE shepherd shine sigh Sing lullaby sleep smile SONG SONNET soul SPENSER spring stars stay sweet content sweetest tears Tereu thine things thought thy Love tree unto untrue Love Vellum wanton weep Whenas white-thorn youth
Pasajes populares
Página 209 - 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 100 - 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.
Página 163 - 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 141 - This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands ; And having nothing, yet hath all.
Página 122 - Enlarged winds that curl the flood Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage ; Minds innocent and quiet take That for a hermitage.
Página 97 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
Página 15 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring.
Página 12 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Página 165 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Página 18 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!