The Golden Pomp: A Procession of English Lyrics from Surrey to ShirleyArthur Quiller-Couch Methuen, 1905 - 382 páginas |
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... thee . PHYL . Here are cherries ripe for my Corydon ; Eat them for my sake . COR . Here's my oaten pipe , my lovely one , Sport for thee to make . PHYL . Here are threads , my true love , fine as silk , To knit thee , to knit thee , A ...
... thee . PHYL . Here are cherries ripe for my Corydon ; Eat them for my sake . COR . Here's my oaten pipe , my lovely one , Sport for thee to make . PHYL . Here are threads , my true love , fine as silk , To knit thee , to knit thee , A ...
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... in all the forest choir , Entreats thee , sweet Peggy , to hear thy true love's tale : Lo , yonder she sitteth , her breast against a brier . 1 Small bushes . UPON JULIA'S HAIR FILL'D WITH DEW 11 But O , 10 THE GOLDEN POMP.
... in all the forest choir , Entreats thee , sweet Peggy , to hear thy true love's tale : Lo , yonder she sitteth , her breast against a brier . 1 Small bushes . UPON JULIA'S HAIR FILL'D WITH DEW 11 But O , 10 THE GOLDEN POMP.
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... thee ; Creeping snails have weakest force , Fly their fault , lest thou repent thee . Good is best when soonest wrought , Linger'd labours come to nought . 15 Hoist up sail while gale doth last , Tide and.
... thee ; Creeping snails have weakest force , Fly their fault , lest thou repent thee . Good is best when soonest wrought , Linger'd labours come to nought . 15 Hoist up sail while gale doth last , Tide and.
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... thee colder , And though each morning new arise Yet we each day grow older . Thou as heaven art fair and young , Thine eyes like twin stars shining ; But ere another day be sprung All these will be declining . Then winter comes with all ...
... thee colder , And though each morning new arise Yet we each day grow older . Thou as heaven art fair and young , Thine eyes like twin stars shining ; But ere another day be sprung All these will be declining . Then winter comes with all ...
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... thee ; Youth , I do adore thee ; O , my Love , my Love is young ! Age , I do defy thee : O , sweet shepherd , hie thee ! For methinks thou stay'st too long . Shakespeare . XIX TO BE MERRY LET's now take our time While we're in our prime ...
... thee ; Youth , I do adore thee ; O , my Love , my Love is young ! Age , I do defy thee : O , sweet shepherd , hie thee ! For methinks thou stay'st too long . Shakespeare . XIX TO BE MERRY LET's now take our time While we're in our prime ...
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Página 271 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : 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 35 - Philomel with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby. Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby. Never harm Nor spell nor charm Come our lovely lady nigh. So good night, with lullaby.
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 114 - 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 142 - 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. 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, having...
Página 241 - And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white, When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard, Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake And die as fast as they see others grow ; And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
Página 189 - 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 wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Página 160 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung : as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.