The Golden Pomp: A Procession of English Lyrics from Surrey to ShirleyArthur Quiller-Couch Methuen, 1895 - 382 páginas |
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... poem and present it as a separate lyric . IX Page 11 - See where my Love a - maying goes . ' From Francis ... poets ; but Herrick's opening lines seem to be taken direct from Ausonius , 361 , ll . 49 50 : ' Collige , virgo , rosas , dum ...
... poem and present it as a separate lyric . IX Page 11 - See where my Love a - maying goes . ' From Francis ... poets ; but Herrick's opening lines seem to be taken direct from Ausonius , 361 , ll . 49 50 : ' Collige , virgo , rosas , dum ...
Página 333
... poem is usually attributed to Bishop Corbet ( 1582-1635 ) , but every line seems to claim Herrick for its author . • It is based on Horace , Ep . i . 10 , and is full of classical reminis- cences . E.g. , With holy meal and crackling ...
... poem is usually attributed to Bishop Corbet ( 1582-1635 ) , but every line seems to claim Herrick for its author . • It is based on Horace , Ep . i . 10 , and is full of classical reminis- cences . E.g. , With holy meal and crackling ...
Página 335
... poem , ' The Rose ' : ' Flower , which of Adon's blood Sprang , when of that clear flood Which Venus wept another white was born . . . . ' Which is a translation of Tasso : ' O del sangue d ' Adone Nata fior , quando un altro del ...
... poem , ' The Rose ' : ' Flower , which of Adon's blood Sprang , when of that clear flood Which Venus wept another white was born . . . . ' Which is a translation of Tasso : ' O del sangue d ' Adone Nata fior , quando un altro del ...
Página 338
... poem , so easy and yet inimitable , so artless apparently and yet unapproachable , is from Lyly's Alexander and Campaspe , pro- bably acted at Court in the year 1581. Lyly's songs , however , were not included in the early editions of ...
... poem , so easy and yet inimitable , so artless apparently and yet unapproachable , is from Lyly's Alexander and Campaspe , pro- bably acted at Court in the year 1581. Lyly's songs , however , were not included in the early editions of ...
Página 339
... poem was ' conveyed ' out of Poems in divers Humours , appended to The Encomion of Lady Pecunia : or the praise of Money , the last book of verses written by R. Barnefield , or Barnfield , who was born in 1574 , the eldest son of a ...
... poem was ' conveyed ' out of Poems in divers Humours , appended to The Encomion of Lady Pecunia : or the praise of Money , the last book of verses written by R. Barnefield , or Barnfield , who was born in 1574 , the eldest son of a ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Anon ANTHONY HOPE Author babe Baring Gould beauty behold 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 Heigh Herrick honour Illustrated 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 rose Shakespeare shepherd sighs sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spring stanzas story swain tears Tereu thee thine things thou art thou hast thought true love unto verse volume W. E. HENLEY W. G. COLLINGWOOD waly wanton weep wind winter youth
Pasajes populares
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 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 199 - How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What old December's bareness everywhere! And yet this time removed was summer's time; The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, Bearing the wanton burden of the prime, Like widow'd wombs after their lords...
Página 275 - 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 142 - 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 245 - And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white, When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard, Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake And die as fast as they see others grow ; And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
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. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy love.
Página 245 - To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers...
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 172 - 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...