Seventeenth Century Lyrics from the Original TextsNorman Ault Longmans, Green and Company Limited, 1928 - 524 sider |
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Side 11
... sorrow : First at our birth we breathe , and next we mourn . As day to night , and night succeeds to morrow , Woe follows woe , to earth till we return . Euripides did well and wisely say Man's life and care are twins , and born one day ...
... sorrow : First at our birth we breathe , and next we mourn . As day to night , and night succeeds to morrow , Woe follows woe , to earth till we return . Euripides did well and wisely say Man's life and care are twins , and born one day ...
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... sorrows cease . Yet , what is living in her eye , Or being blessed with her sweet tongue , If these no other joys imply ? A golden gyve , a pleasing wrong : To be your own but one poor month , I'd give My youth , my fortune , and then ...
... sorrows cease . Yet , what is living in her eye , Or being blessed with her sweet tongue , If these no other joys imply ? A golden gyve , a pleasing wrong : To be your own but one poor month , I'd give My youth , my fortune , and then ...
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... sorrow's cloud . But woe is me ! the longest date Too narrow is to calculate These empty hopes never shall I Be so much blessed as to descry A A glimpse of thee , till that day come Which shall the earth to cinders doom , And a fierce ...
... sorrow's cloud . But woe is me ! the longest date Too narrow is to calculate These empty hopes never shall I Be so much blessed as to descry A A glimpse of thee , till that day come Which shall the earth to cinders doom , And a fierce ...
Side 21
... sorrows breed . Each minute is a short degree , And every hour a step towards thee . At night when I betake to rest , Next morn I rise nearer my west Of life , almost by eight hours ' sail , Than when sleep breathed his drowsy gale ...
... sorrows breed . Each minute is a short degree , And every hour a step towards thee . At night when I betake to rest , Next morn I rise nearer my west Of life , almost by eight hours ' sail , Than when sleep breathed his drowsy gale ...
Side 22
... Sorrow hist whenas it sings . When tears do fall then sighs arise . So grief oft shines in most sad eyes , Yea love through heart it dies , it dies . Anon . F. Pilkington's The Second Set of Madrigals and Pastorals , 1624 . hist ] E. H. ...
... Sorrow hist whenas it sings . When tears do fall then sighs arise . So grief oft shines in most sad eyes , Yea love through heart it dies , it dies . Anon . F. Pilkington's The Second Set of Madrigals and Pastorals , 1624 . hist ] E. H. ...
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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 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 Orpheus Britannicus pain Phyllis pity play Playford pleasure Poem written rose 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.