The Shepherd's Pipe: Pastorial Poems of the XVI & XVII CenturiesFitz Roy Carrington Fox, Duffield & Company, 1903 - 128 sider |
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... grace , Extolls thy name , prefers the same Abroad in every place . Thy music grave , bedecked well With sundry points of skill , Bewrays thy knowledge excellent Ingrafted in thy will . · " 1 My tongue shall speak , my pen 20.
... grace , Extolls thy name , prefers the same Abroad in every place . Thy music grave , bedecked well With sundry points of skill , Bewrays thy knowledge excellent Ingrafted in thy will . · " 1 My tongue shall speak , my pen 20.
Side 53
... ; Did not her sight ( fair sight ! ) you lonely fill , With sweet delight Of goddess ' grace and angels ' sacred teint In fine , most bright ? Say , golden Primrose , sanguine Cowslip fair , Since 53 John Keynolds ...
... ; Did not her sight ( fair sight ! ) you lonely fill , With sweet delight Of goddess ' grace and angels ' sacred teint In fine , most bright ? Say , golden Primrose , sanguine Cowslip fair , Since 53 John Keynolds ...
Side 54
... grace , conjure you to require Her face to see ? Say Rose , say Daffodil , and Violet blue , With Primrose fair , Since ye have seen my nymph's sweet dainty face And gesture rare , Did not ( bright Cowslip , blooming Pink ) her view ...
... grace , conjure you to require Her face to see ? Say Rose , say Daffodil , and Violet blue , With Primrose fair , Since ye have seen my nymph's sweet dainty face And gesture rare , Did not ( bright Cowslip , blooming Pink ) her view ...
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... grace ! Now the deer falls ; hark , how they sing ! From " The Sun's Darling . " Thomas Hepwood ( ? -1636 ) Good - Morrow Pack , clouds , away , and welcome day , With night we banish sorrow ; Sweet air blow soft , mount lark aloft , To ...
... grace ! Now the deer falls ; hark , how they sing ! From " The Sun's Darling . " Thomas Hepwood ( ? -1636 ) Good - Morrow Pack , clouds , away , and welcome day , With night we banish sorrow ; Sweet air blow soft , mount lark aloft , To ...
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... grace . I now must leave you all alone , of love to ' plain ; And never pipe , nor never sing again . I must for evermore be gone , And therefore bid I you , And every one Adieu . The Hills of Arlesford The pleasant way , as up those ...
... grace . I now must leave you all alone , of love to ' plain ; And never pipe , nor never sing again . I must for evermore be gone , And therefore bid I you , And every one Adieu . The Hills of Arlesford The pleasant way , as up those ...
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Abraham Cowley apace birds Bishop of Chichester bloom boughs bowers brooks Clorinda Coridon country loves cowslips Cuckoo Daffodil dainty daisies Damon dance dear delights desires do gain dost droop earth England's Helicon eyes fair Faithful Shepherdess FitzRoy Carrington Fletcher flocks flowers garden golden slumbers grace greenwood tree grief groves happy Hark hear heart Herrick hither Isaac Oliver keep king kiss lady lark live love a shepherd love good-morrow Love's lovers loves such sweet lulla lullaby lusty Spring maids melody merry mind ne'er night nightingale Nymphs Pan we sing Pan's Phillida flouts Philomel pipe pleasant pleasures praises that doth pretty primrose Queen rejoyce Robert Herrick Roget roses shade shady shepherd swain Shepherdess smooth enamel'd green songs soul sweet content sweet desires sweet Spring Syrinx Tereus thee things Thomas thou shalt Thrice tree tunes unto violets blue wanton winter woods
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Side 113 - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
Side 41 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby ; Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby : Never harm, Nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh ; So, good night, with lullaby.
Side 39 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Side 40 - Tu-whit, tu-who ! a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit, tu-who...
Side 37 - And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.
Side 105 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears: Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffadillies fill their cups with tears...
Side 40 - When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Side 43 - UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE' UNDER the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat; Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i...
Side 87 - Come, let us go while we are in our prime, And take the harmless folly of the time We shall grow old apace, and die Before we know our liberty. Our life is short, and our days run As fast away as does the sun; And as a vapour or a drop of rain Once lost, can ne'er be found again; So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade, All love, all liking, all delight Lies drowned with us in endless night.
Side 2 - Martial, the things that do attain The happy life be these, I find ; The riches left, not got with pain ; The fruitful ground, the quiet mind. The equal friend, no grudge, no strife, No charge of rule nor governance ; Without disease, the healthful life ; The household of continuance. The mean...