...A Book of Elizabethan LyricsFelix Emmanuel Schelling Ginn, 1895 - 327 páginas |
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... doth store ye , That all your joys in dying figures set , And stain the living substance of your glory , Abjure those joys , abhor their memory , And let my love the honored subject be Of love , and honor's complete history ; Your eyes ...
... doth store ye , That all your joys in dying figures set , And stain the living substance of your glory , Abjure those joys , abhor their memory , And let my love the honored subject be Of love , and honor's complete history ; Your eyes ...
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... doth grant it , 3 to the long iambic fourteener or septenary , which , although usually split into alternate verses of four and three accents by a strong cæsura and so printed , occurs not infrequently undivided . E.g. , from Robert ...
... doth grant it , 3 to the long iambic fourteener or septenary , which , although usually split into alternate verses of four and three accents by a strong cæsura and so printed , occurs not infrequently undivided . E.g. , from Robert ...
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... doth arise Out of her bed of roses ; 1 or this of John Fletcher : Away , delights ! go seek some other dwelling , For I must die . Farewell , false love ! thy tongue is ever telling Lie after lie . Sidney , Breton , several of the ...
... doth arise Out of her bed of roses ; 1 or this of John Fletcher : Away , delights ! go seek some other dwelling , For I must die . Farewell , false love ! thy tongue is ever telling Lie after lie . Sidney , Breton , several of the ...
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... doth now molest.1 For a contrast to the phrasing of this sonnet , and for the independence , spirit , and beauty of many an Elizabethan quatorzain which has cast the restrictions of Italy to the winds , I may confidently refer the ...
... doth now molest.1 For a contrast to the phrasing of this sonnet , and for the independence , spirit , and beauty of many an Elizabethan quatorzain which has cast the restrictions of Italy to the winds , I may confidently refer the ...
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... doth bear Close in her mouth , and , smiling , shew the same . No wonder , then , though every word she speaks A jewel seem in judgment of the wise , Since that her sugared tongue the passage breaks Between two rocks , bedecked with ...
... doth bear Close in her mouth , and , smiling , shew the same . No wonder , then , though every word she speaks A jewel seem in judgment of the wise , Since that her sugared tongue the passage breaks Between two rocks , bedecked with ...
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Página xix - My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses...
Página xix - ... no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound ; I grant I never saw a goddess go ; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground; And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
Página 87 - 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 154 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
Página 122 - 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. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...
Página 97 - And therefore take the present time, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino ; For love is crowned with the prime In spring time, &c.
Página 133 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Página 84 - 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 43 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When...
Página 86 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe.