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appeared bank bear beauty birds born bright bring clear cloth comes crown dance dear death delight doth earth Eclogue Edited English eyes face fair fall fear fields flocks flowers gentle give golden grace green ground groves grow hand hath head hear heart heaven hills keep kind king kiss lambs leaves light lilies live look lovers mind morn mountains mourn move Muses nature never night notes nymphs o'er once pain pastoral pipe plains play pleasure poems pretty queen rest rise rose seen shade sheep shepherd sighs sing soft song sport spring stand streams swain sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought tree true turn unto volume Whilst wind woods young youth
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Side 93 - Yet nature is made better by no mean But nature makes that mean : so, over that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Side 195 - That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring ; Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string. Hence with denial vain, and coy excuse ; So may some gentle Muse With lucky words favour my destined urn ; 20 And as he passes turn, And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud.
Side 197 - O fountain Arethuse, and thou honoured flood, Smooth-sliding Mincius, crowned with vocal reeds, That strain I heard was of a higher mood. But now my oat proceeds, And listens to the Herald of the Sea, That came in Neptune's plea.
Side 89 - 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 72 - Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity : 'Fie, fie, fie...
Side 91 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding: Sweet lovers love the spring.
Side 194 - Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. 5 Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due...
Side 76 - 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. Thy belt of straw and ivy-buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, — All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy Love.
Side 196 - Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream : Ah me ! I fondly dream, Had ye been there...
Side 93 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's wagon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets, dim But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can...
Bibliografiske oplysninger
| Titel | English Pastorals Bind 1 af Literary "Guidebooks" Standard English classics The Warwick library of english literature Warwick library |
| Redaktør | Edmund Kerchever Chambers |
| kompileret af | Edmund Kerchever Chambers |
| Bidragyder | Edmund Kerchever Chambers |
| Udgiver | Blackie, 1895 |
| Oprindeligt fra | University of Michigan |
| Digitaliseret | 5. feb 2007 |
| Længde | 280 sider |
| Eksporter henvisning | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |