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... leaving best , the worst they choose out still , And how , like laggards , wild about they range , Scorning after reason to follow will ; Who would not shake such buzzards from the fist , And let them fly , fair fools , what way they ...
... leaving best , the worst they choose out still , And how , like laggards , wild about they range , Scorning after reason to follow will ; Who would not shake such buzzards from the fist , And let them fly , fair fools , what way they ...
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... Plough not the seas , sow not the sands , Leave off your idle pain , Seek other mistress for your mind , Love's service is in vain . ROSALIND'S COMPLAINT . THOMAS LODGE , born 1556 , died 32 22 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS .
... Plough not the seas , sow not the sands , Leave off your idle pain , Seek other mistress for your mind , Love's service is in vain . ROSALIND'S COMPLAINT . THOMAS LODGE , born 1556 , died 32 22 SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS .
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... leave them to their study still , To look where is no light ; Till time too late we make them try , They study false astronomy . " John Dowland , " says a note in the Rev. Alexander Dyce's edition of the Poems of Shakspeare , " was a ...
... leave them to their study still , To look where is no light ; Till time too late we make them try , They study false astronomy . " John Dowland , " says a note in the Rev. Alexander Dyce's edition of the Poems of Shakspeare , " was a ...
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... leave a kiss but in the cup , And I'll not look for wine . The thirst that from my soul doth rise , Doth ask a drink divine : But might I of Jove's nectar sup , I would not change for thine . I sent thee late a rosy wreath , Not so much ...
... leave a kiss but in the cup , And I'll not look for wine . The thirst that from my soul doth rise , Doth ask a drink divine : But might I of Jove's nectar sup , I would not change for thine . I sent thee late a rosy wreath , Not so much ...
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... cheek to deck ; The dew no more shall sleep , Nuzzled in the lily's neck : Much rather would it tremble here , And leave them both to be thy tear . Not the soft gold which Steals from the amber - SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS , 53.
... cheek to deck ; The dew no more shall sleep , Nuzzled in the lily's neck : Much rather would it tremble here , And leave them both to be thy tear . Not the soft gold which Steals from the amber - SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS , 53.
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Página 35 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Página 55 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Página 174 - Toll for the brave! The brave that are no more! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land-breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.
Página 86 - With coral clasps and amber studs — And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Página 43 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed : Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace : Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Página 143 - WHY so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Página 283 - TO fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet, of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing Spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove, But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew ; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew ! The red-breast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little...
Página 194 - OF Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone; By each gun the lighted brand In a bold determined hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on.
Página 197 - THE SEA. The Sea ! the Sea ! the open Sea ! The blue, the fresh, the ever free ! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions 'round ; It plays with the clouds ; it mocks the skies ; Or like a cradled creature lies.
Página 143 - 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.