The Golden Pomp: A Procession of English Lyrics from Surrey to ShirleyArthur Quiller-Couch Methuen, 1895 - 382 páginas |
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... hope , Featured like him , like him with friends possest , Desiring this man's art and that man's scope , With what I most enjoy contented least , Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising , — Haply I think on Thee : and then my ...
... hope , Featured like him , like him with friends possest , Desiring this man's art and that man's scope , With what I most enjoy contented least , Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising , — Haply I think on Thee : and then my ...
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... what sighs and sobs . Do nip my heart with cruel throbs , And all , my Dear , for love of you , Trust me truly ; But I hope that you will some mercy show In due time duly . 1 Then . Anon . CLXI THE PRIMROSE Ask me why I send you here.
... what sighs and sobs . Do nip my heart with cruel throbs , And all , my Dear , for love of you , Trust me truly ; But I hope that you will some mercy show In due time duly . 1 Then . Anon . CLXI THE PRIMROSE Ask me why I send you here.
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... hope , yet fail my purpose nightly ; Thy envious glaring gleam defeateth so my shifts . Sweet Night , withhold thy beams , withhold them till to - morrow ! Whose joy's in lack so long a hell of torment breeds . Sweet Night , sweet ...
... hope , yet fail my purpose nightly ; Thy envious glaring gleam defeateth so my shifts . Sweet Night , withhold thy beams , withhold them till to - morrow ! Whose joy's in lack so long a hell of torment breeds . Sweet Night , sweet ...
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... hope upon delights , It is but mere deceit . And therefore , my sweet Muse , Thou know'st what help is best ; Do now thy heavenly cunning use To set my heart at rest : And in a dream bewray What fate shall be my friend , Whether my life ...
... hope upon delights , It is but mere deceit . And therefore , my sweet Muse , Thou know'st what help is best ; Do now thy heavenly cunning use To set my heart at rest : And in a dream bewray What fate shall be my friend , Whether my life ...
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... hope finds ? Or can he love on whom no comfort shines ? Fair ! I confess there's pleasure in your sight : Sweet ! you have power , I grant , of all delight : But what is all to me , if I have none ? Churl that you are , t ' enjoy such ...
... hope finds ? Or can he love on whom no comfort shines ? Fair ! I confess there's pleasure in your sight : Sweet ! you have power , I grant , of all delight : But what is all to me , if I have none ? Churl that you are , t ' enjoy such ...
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Anon ANTHONY HOPE Author babe Baring Gould beauty birds Book of Airs bright Buckram Campion Corydon Crown 8vo cuckoo dear death delight dost doth E. F. BENSON earth England's Helicon English eyes fair fairy-queen fear flowers GILBERT PARKER GORDON BROWNE grace green Greensleeves grief H. C. BEECHING hath heart heaven heavenly Heigh Herrick honour JOHN KEBLE Jonson king kiss Lady leave light lips live look Lord Love's lovers lullaby Madrigals maid merry MESSRS METHUEN'S LIST mind morn never night nonny pity pleasure poem praise pretty Prisoner of Zenda Queen Raleigh rose Shakespeare shepherd sighs sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spring stanzas story swain tears Tereu thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought true love unto verse volume W. E. HENLEY W. G. COLLINGWOOD wanton weep wilt thou wind winter youth
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Página 277 - 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 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 116 - 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 144 - 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.
Página 105 - As it fell upon a day, In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made...
Página 123 - Philomel her voice shall raise ? You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own ; What are you when the rose is blown ? So, when my mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not design'd Th...
Página 41 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
Página 109 - We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ! As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew Ne'er to be found again.