A Book of Seventeenth Century LyricsFelix Emmanuel Schelling Ginn, 1899 - 314 стор. |
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Сторінка xii
... Thou but appear , He then , all pale with shame and fear , Quencheth his light , Hides his dark brow , flies from thy sight And grows more dim Compared to thee than stars to him . If thou but show thy face again When darkness doth at ...
... Thou but appear , He then , all pale with shame and fear , Quencheth his light , Hides his dark brow , flies from thy sight And grows more dim Compared to thee than stars to him . If thou but show thy face again When darkness doth at ...
Сторінка xxxvii
... thou wilt be My private prothonotary ? Can I not woo thee to pass by A short and sweet iniquity ? I'll cast a mist , a cloud upon My delicate transgression , So utter dark , as that no eye Shall see the hugged impiety : Gifts blind the ...
... thou wilt be My private prothonotary ? Can I not woo thee to pass by A short and sweet iniquity ? I'll cast a mist , a cloud upon My delicate transgression , So utter dark , as that no eye Shall see the hugged impiety : Gifts blind the ...
Сторінка xxxviii
Felix Emmanuel Schelling. And wind all other witnesses ; And wilt not thou with gold be tied To lay thy pen and ink aside ? That in the mirk and tongueless night , Wanton I may , and thou not write ? It will not be and therefore , now ...
Felix Emmanuel Schelling. And wind all other witnesses ; And wilt not thou with gold be tied To lay thy pen and ink aside ? That in the mirk and tongueless night , Wanton I may , and thou not write ? It will not be and therefore , now ...
Сторінка xlviii
... thou may'st pleasèd be , And that when fuller we shall grow We think not less on thee.1 In most respects no two poets could present more oppo- site methods than Wither and Quarles . There may be some figures of speech in the devotional ...
... thou may'st pleasèd be , And that when fuller we shall grow We think not less on thee.1 In most respects no two poets could present more oppo- site methods than Wither and Quarles . There may be some figures of speech in the devotional ...
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... thou tardy now When all things to thy powerful fate do bow ? O give an end to cares and killing fears , Shake thy dull sand , unravel those few years 5 Are yet untold , since nought but discontents Clouds all SEVENTEENTH CENTURY LYRICS .
... thou tardy now When all things to thy powerful fate do bow ? O give an end to cares and killing fears , Shake thy dull sand , unravel those few years 5 Are yet untold , since nought but discontents Clouds all SEVENTEENTH CENTURY LYRICS .
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Amoret appears beauty Ben Jonson bright Carew Castara century Charles Charles Cotton charming Clorinda conceit Cowley Crashaw crown Dean Prior dear death delight devotional Donne Donne's dost doth earth edition EDMUND WALLER Elizabethan Lyrics English eyes face fair fate flame flowers glory grace Grosart hast hath heart heaven Herbert Herrick Hesperides JAMES SHIRLEY Jasper Mayne JOHN DRYDEN JOHN MILTON Jonson King kiss Lady light literature live Lord Love's lover Milton mistress night passion Pattison Phyllis play poem poetical poetry poets praise prose Quarles Queen reads reign RICHARD CRASHAW ROBERT HERRICK rose Sandys sense shade sing smile SONG sonnet soul Spenser spring stanza stars stay sweet baby sleep tears thee thine things Thomas Carew THOMAS FLATMAN thou thought Thyrsis unto Vaughan verse Waller whilst WILLIAM HABINGTON wings Wit's Recreations Wither word written youth ΙΟ
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Сторінка 217 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man.
Сторінка 134 - 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 xii - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Сторінка 275 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Сторінка 23 - Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven ; All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.
Сторінка 244 - There is a gentle nymph not far from hence, That with moist curb sways the smooth Severn stream: Sabrina is her name: a virgin pure; Whilom she was the daughter of Locrine, That had the sceptre from his father Brute. She, guiltless damsel, flying the mad pursuit Of her enraged stepdame, Guendolen, 830 Commended her fair innocence to the flood That stayed her flight with his cross-flowing course. The water-nymphs, that in the bottom played, Held up their pearled wrists, and took her in, Bearing her...
Сторінка 159 - Let us roll all our strength and all Our sweetness up into one ball, And tear our pleasures with rough strife Thorough the iron gates of life.
Сторінка 169 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know At first sight if the bird be flown ; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown.
Сторінка 21 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth and youth and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Сторінка 89 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill; But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late, They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death.