The King and the Commons: Cavalier and Puritan Song, 1. kötetSampson Low, Son, and Marston, 1868 - 198 oldal |
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x. oldal
... raised for the king's service a troop of horse . Some have it that his death was hastened by mortification of heart , because his men ran from the Scots after he had spent £ 12,000 upon their gay equipment . Others say it was ...
... raised for the king's service a troop of horse . Some have it that his death was hastened by mortification of heart , because his men ran from the Scots after he had spent £ 12,000 upon their gay equipment . Others say it was ...
xvi. oldal
... raise my thoughts , and clear my apprehension , Infuse thy spirit into my weak invention : Reflect thy beams upon my feeble eyes , Shew me the mirror of thy mysteries ; My artless hand , my humble heart inspire , Inflame my frozen ...
... raise my thoughts , and clear my apprehension , Infuse thy spirit into my weak invention : Reflect thy beams upon my feeble eyes , Shew me the mirror of thy mysteries ; My artless hand , my humble heart inspire , Inflame my frozen ...
xvii. oldal
... raised against the King , Tis my strange hap not one whole man to bring ; From divers parishes get divers men , But all in halfs and quarters ; great king , then In halfs and quarters if they come ' gainst thee , In halfs and quarters ...
... raised against the King , Tis my strange hap not one whole man to bring ; From divers parishes get divers men , But all in halfs and quarters ; great king , then In halfs and quarters if they come ' gainst thee , In halfs and quarters ...
xix. oldal
... raised a troop for the Parliament by selling his estate . To royal ears his verse appeared libellous before the days of Charles I. , and after the days of the Commonwealth . We may here see for our- selves the temper of his libelling ...
... raised a troop for the Parliament by selling his estate . To royal ears his verse appeared libellous before the days of Charles I. , and after the days of the Commonwealth . We may here see for our- selves the temper of his libelling ...
xxv. oldal
... raised upon it should be more full than otherwise would be consistent with the due proportion of parts in a little book like this . A noble lord who has written verse became the mouthpiece of those who declared that Milton's au ...
... raised upon it should be more full than otherwise would be consistent with the due proportion of parts in a little book like this . A noble lord who has written verse became the mouthpiece of those who declared that Milton's au ...
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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?