The King and the Commons: Cavalier and Puritan Song, 1. kötetSampson Low, Son, and Marston, 1868 - 198 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 11 találatból.
19. oldal
... teacher of the town , O the town , O the town's new teacher ! With pate cut shorter than the brow , With little ruff starch'd you know how , With cloak like Paul , no cape I trow ; With surplice none ; but lately now . With hands to ...
... teacher of the town , O the town , O the town's new teacher ! With pate cut shorter than the brow , With little ruff starch'd you know how , With cloak like Paul , no cape I trow ; With surplice none ; but lately now . With hands to ...
20. oldal
... teacher of the town , O the town , O the town's new teacher ! With after - licence cost a crown , When bishop new had put him down , With tricks call'd repetition , And doctrine newly brought to town , Of teaching men to hang and drown ...
... teacher of the town , O the town , O the town's new teacher ! With after - licence cost a crown , When bishop new had put him down , With tricks call'd repetition , And doctrine newly brought to town , Of teaching men to hang and drown ...
21. oldal
... teacher of the town , O the town , O the town's new teacher ! With new - wrought caps , against the canon , For taking cold , though sure he have none ; A sermon's end , where he began one- A new hour long , when's glass had run one ...
... teacher of the town , O the town , O the town's new teacher ! With new - wrought caps , against the canon , For taking cold , though sure he have none ; A sermon's end , where he began one- A new hour long , when's glass had run one ...
45. oldal
... Teaching our infant flowers how to excel , Ere strong upon their stalks , in fragrant smell ; Your voice , which can allure and charm the best Most gaudy - feather'd chanter of the east To dwell about your palace all the spring , And ...
... Teaching our infant flowers how to excel , Ere strong upon their stalks , in fragrant smell ; Your voice , which can allure and charm the best Most gaudy - feather'd chanter of the east To dwell about your palace all the spring , And ...
78. oldal
... Till that ripe birth Of studied fate stand forth And teach her fair steps to our earth : Till that divine Idea take a shrine Of crystal flesh , through which to shine : Meet you her , my wishes , Bespeak her to 78 CAVALIER AND PURITAN .
... Till that ripe birth Of studied fate stand forth And teach her fair steps to our earth : Till that divine Idea take a shrine Of crystal flesh , through which to shine : Meet you her , my wishes , Bespeak her to 78 CAVALIER AND PURITAN .
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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?