The Golden Pomp: A Procession of English Lyrics from Surrey to ShirleyArthur Quiller-Couch Methuen, 1895 - 382 sider |
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Side vii
... verses of Surrey and Wyatt , and was not fairly quenched by the influence of France until the Restoration — falls naturally into two parts ; two great creative days with no night between , -for the twilight in which Shirley sang was ...
... verses of Surrey and Wyatt , and was not fairly quenched by the influence of France until the Restoration — falls naturally into two parts ; two great creative days with no night between , -for the twilight in which Shirley sang was ...
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... no effort to distinguish this anthology from others by including verses for their rarity rather than their worth . My second rule was to arrange this garland , as fur 6 PREFACE ix as I could , so that each viii PREFACE.
... no effort to distinguish this anthology from others by including verses for their rarity rather than their worth . My second rule was to arrange this garland , as fur 6 PREFACE ix as I could , so that each viii PREFACE.
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... VERSES Now is the time for mirth , Nor cheek or tongue be dumb ; For , with the flowery earth , The golden pomp is come . LIVE MERRILY AND TRUST GOOD VERSES 27 The golden pomp 26 THE GOLDEN POMP.
... VERSES Now is the time for mirth , Nor cheek or tongue be dumb ; For , with the flowery earth , The golden pomp is come . LIVE MERRILY AND TRUST GOOD VERSES 27 The golden pomp 26 THE GOLDEN POMP.
Side 27
... VERSES 27 The golden pomp is come ; For now each tree does wear , Made of her pap and gum , Rich beads of amber here : Now reigns the rose , and now Th ' Arabian dew besmears My uncontrolled brow And my retorted hairs . Homer , this ...
... VERSES 27 The golden pomp is come ; For now each tree does wear , Made of her pap and gum , Rich beads of amber here : Now reigns the rose , and now Th ' Arabian dew besmears My uncontrolled brow And my retorted hairs . Homer , this ...
Side 28
... verses then : They only will aspire When pyramids , as men , Are lost i ' th ' funeral fire . And when all bodies meet In Lethe to be drown'd , Then only numbers sweet With endless life are crown'd . Herrick . MAN'S MEDLEY 29 XXXV MAN'S ...
... verses then : They only will aspire When pyramids , as men , Are lost i ' th ' funeral fire . And when all bodies meet In Lethe to be drown'd , Then only numbers sweet With endless life are crown'd . Herrick . MAN'S MEDLEY 29 XXXV MAN'S ...
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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.