The King and the Commons: Cavalier and Puritan Song, 1. kötetSampson Low, Son, and Marston, 1868 - 198 oldal |
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12. oldal
... clothes that set you out . Yet though truth has this confess'd , And I vow I love in jest , When I next begin to court , And protest an amorous flame , You will swear I in earnest am , Bedlam ! this is pretty sport . William Habington ...
... clothes that set you out . Yet though truth has this confess'd , And I vow I love in jest , When I next begin to court , And protest an amorous flame , You will swear I in earnest am , Bedlam ! this is pretty sport . William Habington ...
14. oldal
... clothes , Which not the softness of the age To vice or folly doth decline : Give me that heart , Castara , for ' tis thine . Take thou a heart , where no new look Provokes new appetite : With no fresh charm of beauty took , Or wanton ...
... clothes , Which not the softness of the age To vice or folly doth decline : Give me that heart , Castara , for ' tis thine . Take thou a heart , where no new look Provokes new appetite : With no fresh charm of beauty took , Or wanton ...
33. oldal
... clothes And gems , till now my sovereign The growing evil doth oppose , Counting in vain His care preserves us from annoy Of enemies his realms t ' invade , Unless he force us to enjoy The peace he made . To roll themselves in envied ...
... clothes And gems , till now my sovereign The growing evil doth oppose , Counting in vain His care preserves us from annoy Of enemies his realms t ' invade , Unless he force us to enjoy The peace he made . To roll themselves in envied ...
47. oldal
... clothes , Dare quit , upon your oaths , The stagers and the stage - wrights too , your peers , Of larding your large ears With their foul comic socks , Wrought upon twenty blocks ; Which if they are torn , and turn'd , and patch'd ...
... clothes , Dare quit , upon your oaths , The stagers and the stage - wrights too , your peers , Of larding your large ears With their foul comic socks , Wrought upon twenty blocks ; Which if they are torn , and turn'd , and patch'd ...
135. oldal
... clothes , And feigned oaths may love obtain ; I love Her so whose look swears No , That all your labours will be vain . Can he prize the tainted posies Which on every breast are worn , That may pluck the spotless roses From their never ...
... clothes , And feigned oaths may love obtain ; I love Her so whose look swears No , That all your labours will be vain . Can he prize the tainted posies Which on every breast are worn , That may pluck the spotless roses From their never ...
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3. oldal - Going to the Wars TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True; a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
48. oldal - SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, For thou must die.
168. oldal - God's trophies, and his work pursued, While Darwen stream, with blood of Scots imbrued, And Dunbar field, resounds thy praises loud, And Worcester's laureate wreath.
72. oldal - HE that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires ; As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires. Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes.
83. oldal - You haste away so soon : As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song ; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along. 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.
116. oldal - The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry; For, having lost but...
5. oldal - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
50. oldal - To ALTHEA FROM PRISON WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates ; When I lie tangled in her hair And fetter'd to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
156. oldal - HARRY, whose tuneful and well-measured song First taught our English music how to span Words with just note and accent, not to scan With Midas' ears, committing short and long, Thy worth and skill exempts thee from the throng, With praise enough for Envy to look wan : To after age thou shalt be writ the man That with smooth air couldst humour best our tongue. Thou honour'st verse, and verse must lend her wing To honour thee, the priest of Phoebus' quire, That tun'st their happiest lines in hymn or...
145. oldal - Cause I see a woman kind? Or a well disposed nature, Joined with a lovely feature? Be she meeker, kinder, than Turtle-dove, or pelican, If she be not so to me, What care I how kind she be?