A Sixteenth Century AnthologyArthur Symons H.M. Caldwell Company, 1906 - 468 páginas |
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... mind . There were buried worlds of the mind which had lately been dug up , lands had been newly colonized , in Italy and in France ; a kind of second nature , it seemed to men in those days , which might be used not less freely than ...
... mind . There were buried worlds of the mind which had lately been dug up , lands had been newly colonized , in Italy and in France ; a kind of second nature , it seemed to men in those days , which might be used not less freely than ...
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... mind of man , or Drayton pried into the family affairs of the fairies , or Samuel Daniel thought out sonnets to Delia , or Lodge wantoned in cadences and caprices of the senses . It might seem but to pass on an alien message , in as ...
... mind of man , or Drayton pried into the family affairs of the fairies , or Samuel Daniel thought out sonnets to Delia , or Lodge wantoned in cadences and caprices of the senses . It might seem but to pass on an alien message , in as ...
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... mind is light , soon lost for new love . So long as I was in your sight , I was your heart , your soul , your trea- sure ; And evermore you sobbed and sighed , Burning in flames beyond all measure . Three days endured your love for me ...
... mind is light , soon lost for new love . So long as I was in your sight , I was your heart , your soul , your trea- sure ; And evermore you sobbed and sighed , Burning in flames beyond all measure . Three days endured your love for me ...
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... mind is light , soon lost for new love . Sure , you have made me passing glad That you your mind so soon removed , Before that I the leisure had To choose you for my best beloved : For all my love was passed and done Two days , before ...
... mind is light , soon lost for new love . Sure , you have made me passing glad That you your mind so soon removed , Before that I the leisure had To choose you for my best beloved : For all my love was passed and done Two days , before ...
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... mind . " " None but one . " " And what should that rare mirror be ? " " Some goddess or some queen is She . " She , She , She , and only She , She only queen of love and beauty . " But could thy fiery poisoned dart At no time touch her ...
... mind . " " None but one . " " And what should that rare mirror be ? " " Some goddess or some queen is She . " She , She , She , and only She , She only queen of love and beauty . " But could thy fiery poisoned dart At no time touch her ...
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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
Pasajes populares
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.