English Poetry, 40. kötetP. F. Collier & son, 1910 - 1508 oldal |
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... SINGS FOLLOW THY FAIR SUN TURN ALL THY THOUGHTS TO EYES INTEGER VITAE · RORERT DEVEREUX , EARL OF ESSEX 291 291 · 292 293 293 A PASSION OF MY LORD OF ESSEX . • 294 SIR HENRY WOTTON ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA CHARACTER OF A HAPPY 4 CONTENTS.
... SINGS FOLLOW THY FAIR SUN TURN ALL THY THOUGHTS TO EYES INTEGER VITAE · RORERT DEVEREUX , EARL OF ESSEX 291 291 · 292 293 293 A PASSION OF MY LORD OF ESSEX . • 294 SIR HENRY WOTTON ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA CHARACTER OF A HAPPY 4 CONTENTS.
47. oldal
... singing , I wol saye , So mote I brouke1 wel myn eyen tweye , Save yow , I herde nevere man so singe , As dide your fader in the morweninge ; Certes , it was of herte , al that he song . And for to make his voys the more strong , He ...
... singing , I wol saye , So mote I brouke1 wel myn eyen tweye , Save yow , I herde nevere man so singe , As dide your fader in the morweninge ; Certes , it was of herte , al that he song . And for to make his voys the more strong , He ...
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... even at my love's bowr - door There grows a bowing birk , * ' An sit ye down and sing thereon , As she gangs to the kirk . 1 Know . 2 Sound . • Birch . " An four - and - twenty ladies fair Will 70 TRADITIONAL BALLADS THE GAY Goss-HAWK.
... even at my love's bowr - door There grows a bowing birk , * ' An sit ye down and sing thereon , As she gangs to the kirk . 1 Know . 2 Sound . • Birch . " An four - and - twenty ladies fair Will 70 TRADITIONAL BALLADS THE GAY Goss-HAWK.
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... Sing on , sing on , my bonny bird , The song ye sang the streen , " For I ken by your sweet singin You're frae my true - love sen . O first he sang a merry song , An then he sang a grave , An then he peckd his feathers gray , To her the ...
... Sing on , sing on , my bonny bird , The song ye sang the streen , " For I ken by your sweet singin You're frae my true - love sen . O first he sang a merry song , An then he sang a grave , An then he peckd his feathers gray , To her the ...
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... SING lullaby , as women do , Wherewith they bring their babes to rest ; And lullaby can I sing too , As womanly as can the best . With lullaby they still the child ; And if I be not much beguiled , Full many a wanton babe have I , Which ...
... SING lullaby , as women do , Wherewith they bring their babes to rest ; And lullaby can I sing too , As womanly as can the best . With lullaby they still the child ; And if I be not much beguiled , Full many a wanton babe have I , Which ...
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292. oldal - 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.
425. oldal - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen: Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
264. oldal - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
261. oldal - 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 roasted...
450. oldal - But knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Kich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll Chill penury repress'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul. " Full many a gem of purest ray serene. The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear ; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
300. oldal - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st...
452. oldal - For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour"d dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led. Some kindred spirit shall enquire thy fate,— Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
275. oldal - Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly, doctor-like, controlling skill, And simple truth miscall'd simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill : Tired with all these,...
453. oldal - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
399. oldal - Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow, While organs yet were mute, Timotheus, to his breathing flute And sounding lyre Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.