The Golden Pomp: A Procession of English Lyrics from Surrey to ShirleyArthur Quiller-Couch Methuen, 1895 - 382 sider |
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Side 135
... most fair That was ever called hair ; Somewhat brighter than a brown , And her tresses waving down At full length , and so dispread , Mantle her from foot to head . Geo . Wither . CXLII A DOUBLE DOUBTING LADY , when I behold the.
... most fair That was ever called hair ; Somewhat brighter than a brown , And her tresses waving down At full length , and so dispread , Mantle her from foot to head . Geo . Wither . CXLII A DOUBLE DOUBTING LADY , when I behold the.
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... called two But one night went betwixt . CCIV T. Campion . THE SCORNER SCORNED SHALL I , wasting in despair , Die because a woman's fair ? Or make pale my cheeks with care ' Cause another's rosy are ? Be she fairer than the day , Or the ...
... called two But one night went betwixt . CCIV T. Campion . THE SCORNER SCORNED SHALL I , wasting in despair , Die because a woman's fair ? Or make pale my cheeks with care ' Cause another's rosy are ? Be she fairer than the day , Or the ...
Side 297
... called unto mind That it was Christmas Day . CCCXXXII R. Southwell . A HYMN ON THE NATIVITY OF MY SAVIOUR I SING the Birth was born to - night , The Author both of life and light ; The angels so did sound it , And like the ravish'd ...
... called unto mind That it was Christmas Day . CCCXXXII R. Southwell . A HYMN ON THE NATIVITY OF MY SAVIOUR I SING the Birth was born to - night , The Author both of life and light ; The angels so did sound it , And like the ravish'd ...
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... called ' prick- song . ' E.g .: ' What bird so sings , yet so does wail ? O , ' tis the ravish'd nightingale . Jug , jug , jug , jug , tereu ! she cries , And still her woes at midnight rise . Brave prick - song ! ... ' XXVIII Lyly ...
... called ' prick- song . ' E.g .: ' What bird so sings , yet so does wail ? O , ' tis the ravish'd nightingale . Jug , jug , jug , jug , tereu ! she cries , And still her woes at midnight rise . Brave prick - song ! ... ' XXVIII Lyly ...
Side 331
... called for one of his instruments , took it into his hand , and said- ' My God , my God , My musick shall find Thee And every string Shall have his attribute to sing ' ; and having tuned it , he played and sung : Thus he sang on ' The ...
... called for one of his instruments , took it into his hand , and said- ' My God , my God , My musick shall find Thee And every string Shall have his attribute to sing ' ; and having tuned it , he played and sung : Thus he sang on ' The ...
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Anon ANTHONY HOPE Author babe Baring Gould beauty birds Book of Airs bright Buckram Campion Corydon Crown 8vo cuckoo dear death delight dost doth E. F. BENSON earth England's Helicon English eyes fair fairy-queen fear flowers GILBERT PARKER GORDON BROWNE grace green Greensleeves grief H. C. BEECHING hath heart heaven heavenly Heigh Herrick honour JOHN KEBLE Jonson king kiss Lady leave light lips live look Lord Love's lovers lullaby Madrigals maid merry MESSRS METHUEN'S LIST mind morn never night nonny pity pleasure poem praise pretty Prisoner of Zenda Queen Raleigh rose Shakespeare shepherd sighs sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spring stanzas story swain tears Tereu thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought true love unto verse volume W. E. HENLEY W. G. COLLINGWOOD wanton weep wilt thou wind winter youth
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Side 277 - A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Side 22 - When daisies pied, and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds, of yellow hue, Do paint the meadows with delight ; The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he :Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Side 19 - Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'er-sways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
Side 116 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights ; Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Side 144 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Side 15 - GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying : And this same flower that smiles to-day To-morrow will be dying.
Side 105 - As it fell upon a day, In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made...
Side 123 - 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 own ; What are you when the rose is blown ? So, when my mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not design'd Th...
Side 41 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
Side 109 - 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.