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" The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward Winter reckoning yields: A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. "
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szerző: William Barker Daniel - 1813
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Flowers and Fruit Gathered by Loving Hands from Old English Gardens

Emily Taylor - 1864 - 210 oldal
...in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee, and be thy love. But time drives flocks from field to fold, When rivers rage, and rocks grow cold ; And Philomel becometh dumb, And all complain of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields...

Chambers's readings in English poetry

Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1865 - 252 oldal
...in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee, and be thy love. But time drives flocks from field to fold, When rivers...and rocks grow cold ; Then Philomel becometh dumb, the nightingale And age complains of care to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward...

Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by ...

Hubert Ashton Holden - 1866 - 726 oldal
...in every shepherd's tongue, these pretty pleasures might me move to live with thee and be thy Love. But time drives flocks from field to fold, •when rivers rage, and rocks grow cold, and Philomel becometh dumb, and all complain of cares to come. 18— 2 The flowers do fade, and wanton...

Translations Into English and Latin

Charles Stuart Calverley - 1866 - 320 oldal
...shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love. Time drives the flocks from field to fold, When rivers rage and rocks grow cold ; And Philomel becometh dumb, The rest complain of cares to come. But could youth last and love still...

Andrew Marvell

R. Wilcher - 1985 - 214 oldal
...Shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move, To live with thee, and be thy love. Time drives the flocks from field to fold, When Rivers rage, and Rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb, The rest complains of cares to come. But could youth last, and love still...
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A Book of Love Poetry

Jon Stallworthy - 1986 - 422 oldal
...in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy Love. But Time drives flocks from field to fold; When rivers rage and rocks grow cold; And Philomel becometh dumb; The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields...
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Post-structuralist Readings of English Poetry

Richard Machin, Christopher Norris - 1987 - 422 oldal
...line) is only the more forceful when we remind ourselves that these lines are preceded by the lines, "The flowers do fade, and wanton fields / To wayward winter reckoning yields." The unpredictability and indiscriminacy of unlimited fertility turn into the unpredictability and indiscriminacy...
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Rival Playwrights: Marlowe, Jonson, Shakespeare

James Shapiro - 1991 - 234 oldal
...in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasure might me move To live with thee and be thy love. But Time drives flocks from field to fold, When rivers rage and rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb; The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields...
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To Make a Poem

Alberta Turner - 1992 - 228 oldal
...shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love. Time drives the flocks from field to fold, When rivers rage, and rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb; The rest complain of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields...
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The Subtext of Form in the English Renaissance: Proportion Poetical

S. K. Heninger - 1994 - 228 oldal
...Sheepheards tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move, To live with thee, and be thy love. Time drives the flocks from field to fold. When Rivers rage, and Rocks grow cold, And PhiIomeII becommeth dombe, The rest complaines of cares to come. The flowers doe fade, & wanton...
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