English PastoralsEdmund Kerchever Chambers Blackie & Son, 1895 - 280 sider |
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... lover or a poet . A Spenser , a Sidney , had each his recognized poetic alias in Colin or Cuddie , Elphin or Philisides . Every branch of literature , lyric and sonnet , elegy and romance , comedy and masque , bears its marks of the ...
... lover or a poet . A Spenser , a Sidney , had each his recognized poetic alias in Colin or Cuddie , Elphin or Philisides . Every branch of literature , lyric and sonnet , elegy and romance , comedy and masque , bears its marks of the ...
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... lover of the country , trapped in the bustling decadent city and court life of Ptole- maic Egypt , those bucolic rhythms , remembered so well from his childhood , had all the fascination which the simple exercises over the complex , a ...
... lover of the country , trapped in the bustling decadent city and court life of Ptole- maic Egypt , those bucolic rhythms , remembered so well from his childhood , had all the fascination which the simple exercises over the complex , a ...
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... Lover , have a faintly marked pastoral character . In the Miscellany Harpalus ' Complaint is placed in a group of poems by ' Uncertain Authors ' . It is reprinted and ascribed to the Earl of Surrey in England's Helicon ( 1600 ) , but ...
... Lover , have a faintly marked pastoral character . In the Miscellany Harpalus ' Complaint is placed in a group of poems by ' Uncertain Authors ' . It is reprinted and ascribed to the Earl of Surrey in England's Helicon ( 1600 ) , but ...
Side 7
... lovers law he took no cure , For once he was beguiled . Harpalus prevailed nought , His labour all was lost : For he was farthest from her thought ; And yet he loved her most . Therefore wax'd he both pale and lean , And dry as clod of ...
... lovers law he took no cure , For once he was beguiled . Harpalus prevailed nought , His labour all was lost : For he was farthest from her thought ; And yet he loved her most . Therefore wax'd he both pale and lean , And dry as clod of ...
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... lovers payne , ( If any gods the paine of lovers pitie ) Looke from above , where you in joyes remaine , And bowe your eares unto my dolefull dittie : And , Pan , thou shepheards god , that once didst love , Pitie the paines that thou ...
... lovers payne , ( If any gods the paine of lovers pitie ) Looke from above , where you in joyes remaine , And bowe your eares unto my dolefull dittie : And , Pan , thou shepheards god , that once didst love , Pitie the paines that thou ...
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A. H. Bullen Arcadia Balliol College beauty birds bough bowers C. H. HERFORD Caelica Ceres cloth Colin College colour Corydon Crown 8vo Cuddy dance delight doth E. K. CHAMBERS earth Eclogue Edited England's Helicon English eyes F'cap 8vo fair flocks flowers Four Parts 4to garlands gentle golden grace green groves hath hear heart heaven hills Hobbinol honour JEROME HARRISON king kiss lambs lass leaves Let thy swans lilies live Lobbin Clout love's lovers Lubberkin Lycidas maid Makyne Melanthus merry morn mountains mourn Muses music Along let never Nico night nymphs o'er pastoral Patie Phillida Phillis Phoebus pipe plain play poems pretty queen rose shade sheep shepherd shepherdess sighs song sorrow Spenser sport spring swain sweet tears tell thee Theocritus thine thou thy bank thy swans sing Thyrsis tree tune unto volume wanton wawking Whilst wind woods 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...