A Sixteenth Century AnthologyArthur Symons H.M. Caldwell Company, 1906 - 468 páginas |
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... Beauty at too High a Rate I Saw my Lady Weep · Since first I Saw your Face Let me not Chloris think , because 240 * - 12 14 16 18 - Art Thou that She than whom no Fairer is ? - · · My Love Bound me with a Kiss - Love me not for Comely ...
... Beauty at too High a Rate I Saw my Lady Weep · Since first I Saw your Face Let me not Chloris think , because 240 * - 12 14 16 18 - Art Thou that She than whom no Fairer is ? - · · My Love Bound me with a Kiss - Love me not for Comely ...
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... - 126 · As You Came from the Holy Land Verses found in his Bible in the Gate- house at Westminster ANTHONY MUNDAY ( 1553-1633 ) — Beauty sat Bathing by a Spring 128 · 132 135 138 - 139 SIR PHILIP SIDNEY ( 1554-1586 ) — The Bargain To ix.
... - 126 · As You Came from the Holy Land Verses found in his Bible in the Gate- house at Westminster ANTHONY MUNDAY ( 1553-1633 ) — Beauty sat Bathing by a Spring 128 · 132 135 138 - 139 SIR PHILIP SIDNEY ( 1554-1586 ) — The Bargain To ix.
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... Beauty's Date Sleep - - Epistle to the Lady Margaret , Countess of Cumberland MICHAEL DRAYTON ( 1563-1631 ) — Ballad of Agincourt - To the Virginian Voyage To Cupid - To his Coy Love - To his Rival Florimel's Ditty Daffodil The Ballad ...
... Beauty's Date Sleep - - Epistle to the Lady Margaret , Countess of Cumberland MICHAEL DRAYTON ( 1563-1631 ) — Ballad of Agincourt - To the Virginian Voyage To Cupid - To his Coy Love - To his Rival Florimel's Ditty Daffodil The Ballad ...
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... Beauty all her Right Rose - cheeked Laura , Come Thrice toss these Oaken Ashes in the Air Shall I Come , Sweet Love , to Thee Thus I Resolve , and Time hath Taught me So · Never Love unless you Can - 409 411 412 413 414 - 415 416 - 417 ...
... Beauty all her Right Rose - cheeked Laura , Come Thrice toss these Oaken Ashes in the Air Shall I Come , Sweet Love , to Thee Thus I Resolve , and Time hath Taught me So · Never Love unless you Can - 409 411 412 413 414 - 415 416 - 417 ...
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... beauty she doth miss When all her robes are on : But Beauty's self she is When all her robes are gone . Weep you no more , șad Fountains Weep you no. My Love in her Attire.
... beauty she doth miss When all her robes are on : But Beauty's self she is When all her robes are gone . Weep you no more , șad Fountains Weep you no. My Love in her Attire.
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Términos y frases comunes
adieu Art thou beams beauty beauty's behold birds bliss bright Carmela Claia Cloris Corydon COUNTESS OF CUMBERLAND Cuckoo dear death delight desire dost doth earth echo ring EPITHALAMION eyes face fain fair Fairy fairy-queen fear flowers fools glory grace grief hand hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly Heigh-ho Hey-ho honour Hymen King kiss lady leave let her go light lips little boy live livës joy look Love Bound love doth love's lovers lullaby Lycoris maids merry Mertilla mind ne'er never night NYMPHIDIA nymphs Oberon Perigot Phyllida Pigwiggen pleasure poor praise pretty Proserpina Queen Mab quoth roses saith Samuel Daniel scorn servant love shepherd sighs sight sing sleep smile song song of praise Sonnet sorrow soul spring sweet tears Tell thee thing thou art thoughts true love unto untrue Love Venus wanton weep Whilst Willy wonder woods youth
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Página 344 - 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 342 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Página 340 - 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 353 - 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 355 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Página 348 - They that have power to hurt and will do none,' That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow, They rightly do inherit heaven's graces And husband nature's riches from expense ; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence.
Página 326 - When daffodils begin to peer, "With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, "Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year ; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale.
Página 357 - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait On purpose laid to make the taker mad; Mad in pursuit, and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest...
Página 347 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Página 323 - 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.