A Garland of Love, Wreathed of Pleasant Flowers, Gathered in the Field of English Poesy ...Chapman, 1836 - 219 стор. |
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... voice ; For which delightful joyes yet thanke I courteous love , By whose almightie power such sweet delights I prove . I walke in pleasant fieldes adorned with lively greene , And view the fragrant flowers most lovely to be seene ; The ...
... voice ; For which delightful joyes yet thanke I courteous love , By whose almightie power such sweet delights I prove . I walke in pleasant fieldes adorned with lively greene , And view the fragrant flowers most lovely to be seene ; The ...
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... voice : Hymen ! Io Hymen ! Hymen ! do they shout , That even to the heavens their shouting shrill Doth reach , and all the firmament doth fill : To which the people , standing all about , As in approvance , do thereto applaud , And loud ...
... voice : Hymen ! Io Hymen ! Hymen ! do they shout , That even to the heavens their shouting shrill Doth reach , and all the firmament doth fill : To which the people , standing all about , As in approvance , do thereto applaud , And loud ...
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... voices understood By your weak accents ! what's your praise When Philomel her voice shall raise ? You violets that first appear , By your pure purple mantles known , Like the proud virgins of the year , As if the spring were all your ...
... voices understood By your weak accents ! what's your praise When Philomel her voice shall raise ? You violets that first appear , By your pure purple mantles known , Like the proud virgins of the year , As if the spring were all your ...
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... voice and eyes ; Thy sweets , thy graces , all are mine ; Thou art my star , shin'st in my skies : Then dart not from thy borrow'd sphere , Lightning on him that fix'd thee there . Tempt me with such affrights no more , Lest what 82 ...
... voice and eyes ; Thy sweets , thy graces , all are mine ; Thou art my star , shin'st in my skies : Then dart not from thy borrow'd sphere , Lightning on him that fix'd thee there . Tempt me with such affrights no more , Lest what 82 ...
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... voice the boy had burn'd . WILLIAM HABINGTON , Born 1605 , died 1654 . TO ROSES IN THE BOSOM OF CASTARA . YE blushing virgins happy are In the chaste nunn'ry of her breasts ; For he'd prophane so chaste a fair Who e'er should call them ...
... voice the boy had burn'd . WILLIAM HABINGTON , Born 1605 , died 1654 . TO ROSES IN THE BOSOM OF CASTARA . YE blushing virgins happy are In the chaste nunn'ry of her breasts ; For he'd prophane so chaste a fair Who e'er should call them ...
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beauty Beauty's birds blush bonny Born bosom bower breast breath bright burning CASTARA charms cheek CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE County Guy Cupid death deep delight died doth dream Earl echo ring face fair fancy flame flowers frae garland gaze gentle GEORGE GASCOIGNE grace green Greensleeves grief grove harvest show hast hath hear heart heaven hope Hymen JAMES HOGG JOANNA BAILLIE kiss LADY LASSIE light lips live looks Love's lover maid mind morn ne'er Netherby never night nosegay nymph o'er odours paine passion pity PLATONIC LOVE pleasure posie praise rest rose shalt sigh sing Sir Thomas Wyatt sleep smile soft SONG SONNET sorrow soul spring sung sunne sweet tears tell thee thine eye thing THOMAS thou art thou wouldst thought thy love tongue trembling twas unto violet voice wanton weel weep whilst woods wouldst not love youth
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Сторінка 168 - ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
Сторінка 47 - A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull, Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold. A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Сторінка 79 - The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour, which doth in it live. The canker blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses.
Сторінка 164 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west. Through all the wide border his steed was the best ; And save his good broadsword, he weapons had none, He rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Сторінка 81 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew ; Nor did I wonder at the lily's white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose : They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did play.
Сторінка 116 - 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 fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Сторінка 82 - The forward violet thus did I chide : Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed.
Сторінка 165 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran: There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see, So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Сторінка 165 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear. When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur: They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Сторінка 38 - One day I wrote her name upon the strand; But came the waves, and washed it away: Again, I wrote it with a second hand; But came the tide, and made my pains his prey. Vain man, said she, that dost in vain assay A mortal thing so to immortalize; For I myself shall like to this decay, And eke my name be wiped out likewise.