The Golden Pomp: A Procession of English Lyrics from Surrey to ShirleyArthur Quiller-Couch Methuen, 1895 - 382 páginas |
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... SPRING SPRING , the sweet Spring , is the year's pleasant king ; Then blooms each thing , then maids dance in a ring , Cold doth not sting , the pretty birds do sing- Cuckoo , jug - jug , pu - we , to - witta - woo ! The palm and may ...
... SPRING SPRING , the sweet Spring , is the year's pleasant king ; Then blooms each thing , then maids dance in a ring , Cold doth not sting , the pretty birds do sing- Cuckoo , jug - jug , pu - we , to - witta - woo ! The palm and may ...
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... spring And all the bloom we owe.1 James Shirley . XXX A ROUND . SHAKE off your heavy trance ! And leap into a dance Such as no mortals use to tread ; Fit only for Apollo To play to , for the moon to lead , And all the stars to follow ...
... spring And all the bloom we owe.1 James Shirley . XXX A ROUND . SHAKE off your heavy trance ! And leap into a dance Such as no mortals use to tread ; Fit only for Apollo To play to , for the moon to lead , And all the stars to follow ...
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... care away , let the world go ! XXXIII ANOTHER Anon . Now that the Spring hath fill'd our veins With kind and active fire , And made green liv'ries for the plains , And every grove a quire : Sing we a song of merry glee , And Bacchus.
... care away , let the world go ! XXXIII ANOTHER Anon . Now that the Spring hath fill'd our veins With kind and active fire , And made green liv'ries for the plains , And every grove a quire : Sing we a song of merry glee , And Bacchus.
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... in its grave , And thou must die . Sweet spring , full of sweet days and roses , A box where sweets compacted lie , My music shows ye have your closes , And all must die . THE MESSAGE Only a sweet and virtuous soul , Like 30 THE GOLDEN ...
... in its grave , And thou must die . Sweet spring , full of sweet days and roses , A box where sweets compacted lie , My music shows ye have your closes , And all must die . THE MESSAGE Only a sweet and virtuous soul , Like 30 THE GOLDEN ...
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... spring but sorrow's fall . 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 ...
... spring but sorrow's fall . 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 ...
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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.