Seventeenth Century Lyrics from the Original TextsNorman Ault Longmans, Green and Company Limited, 1928 - 524 sider |
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Side 22
... soft drum Beats my approach , tells thee I come ; And slow howe'er my marches be , I shall at last sit down by thee . The thought of this bids me go on , And wait my dissolution With hope and comfort . Dear ( forgive The crime ) I am ...
... soft drum Beats my approach , tells thee I come ; And slow howe'er my marches be , I shall at last sit down by thee . The thought of this bids me go on , And wait my dissolution With hope and comfort . Dear ( forgive The crime ) I am ...
Side 50
... Soft as is the beaver's down , Cheering like the springing sun , Tasting like the honey dew , Lasting as the firmest yew , Wanton as the Cyprian dove- Heaven let me enjoy her love . Moving like the western wind , Pleasing as the gold ...
... Soft as is the beaver's down , Cheering like the springing sun , Tasting like the honey dew , Lasting as the firmest yew , Wanton as the Cyprian dove- Heaven let me enjoy her love . Moving like the western wind , Pleasing as the gold ...
Side 56
... soft , and sweet , Proclaims such fruit for taste most meet ; Then lose no time , for love has wings , And flies away from aged things . The Old Couple , 1658 . ( Written before 1630 ? ) * Down in a garden May . Down in a garden sat my ...
... soft , and sweet , Proclaims such fruit for taste most meet ; Then lose no time , for love has wings , And flies away from aged things . The Old Couple , 1658 . ( Written before 1630 ? ) * Down in a garden May . Down in a garden sat my ...
Side 59
... soft leaves . The gentle winds sally Upon every valley , And many times dally And wantonly sport , About the fields tracing Each other in chasing , And often embracing In amorous sort . And Echo oft doth tell Wondrous things from her ...
... soft leaves . The gentle winds sally Upon every valley , And many times dally And wantonly sport , About the fields tracing Each other in chasing , And often embracing In amorous sort . And Echo oft doth tell Wondrous things from her ...
Side 63
... soft lay , Now timely sing , ere the rude bird of hate Foretell my hopeless doom , in some grove nigh ; As thou from year to year hast sung too late For my relief , yet hadst no reason why : Whether the Muse , or Love , call thee his ...
... soft lay , Now timely sing , ere the rude bird of hate Foretell my hopeless doom , in some grove nigh ; As thou from year to year hast sung too late For my relief , yet hadst no reason why : Whether the Muse , or Love , call thee his ...
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A. H. Bullen Anon appears in Colls art thou B.M. Add B.M. Harl Ballads beauty Bodley breast breath bright Celia charms cheek Chloris crown dance dear death delight Dorset dost doth Drollery Dryden Duke of Newcastle eyes face fair Farewell fate fear fire flame flowers found in Colls give glory grace grief hair happy Harmonia Sacra hast hath heart heaven Herrick Hesperides humble god Ibid Joseph Beaumont King kiss light live look Love's lover Mark Antony merry Miscellany Poems Mistress morning Music ne'er never night nymph o'er pain Phyllis pity play Playford pleasure Poem written rose shalt shine sigh sing sleep smile soft song appears sorrow soul spring stars stay stzs sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thoughts unto variant Whilst wind Wit to woo
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Side 264 - My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires, and more slow; An hundred years should go to praise Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze; Two hundred to adore each breast; But thirty thousand to the rest; An age at least to every part, And the last age should show your heart; For, Lady, you deserve this state, Nor would I love at lower rate. But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.
Side 124 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee, why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do't? Prithee, why so mute? Quit, quit, for shame, this will not move: This cannot take her. If of herself she will not love, Nothing can make her: The devil take her!
Side 286 - After the sun's remove. I see them walking in an air of glory Whose light doth trample on my days; My days, which are at best but dull and hoary, Mere glimmering and decays.
Side 151 - Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the light: But, oh ! she dances such a way— No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
Side 90 - I should (said He) Bestow this jewel also on My creature, He would adore My gifts instead of Me, And rest in nature, not the God of nature : So both should losers be. Yet let him keep the rest, But keep them with repining restlessness : Let him be rich and weary, that at least, If goodness lead him not, yet weariness May toss him to My breast.
Side 100 - Sweet echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet-embroidered vale Where the love-lorn nightingale Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well: Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair That likest thy Narcissus are? O, if thou have Hid them in some flowery cave, Tell me but where, Sweet Queen of Parley, Daughter of the Sphere! So may'st thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all Heaven's harmonies!
Side 219 - Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee. The shooting stars attend thee, And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.
Side 64 - Where the bright Seraphim in burning row Their loud uplifted angel-trumpets blow ; And the Cherubic host in thousand quires Touch their immortal harps of golden wires, With those just Spirits that wear victorious palms Hymns devout and holy psalms Singing everlastingly...
Side 170 - 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. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry; For...
Side 472 - Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.