English PastoralsEdmund Kerchever Chambers Blackie & Son, 1895 - 280 sider |
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... thou poor , yet hast thou golden slumbers ? O , sweet content ! Art thou rich , yet is thy mind perplexed ? O , punishment ! " In that , the solemn dirges of Shakespeare— " Golden lads and girls all must , As chimney - sweepers , come ...
... thou poor , yet hast thou golden slumbers ? O , sweet content ! Art thou rich , yet is thy mind perplexed ? O , punishment ! " In that , the solemn dirges of Shakespeare— " Golden lads and girls all must , As chimney - sweepers , come ...
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... thou reivis me roiff2 and rest , I luve bot thee allone . " " Makyne , adew ! the sone gois west , The day is neir hand gone . " " Robene , in dule I am so drest3 , That lufe wilbe my bone . " " Ga lufe , Makyne , quhair evir thow list ...
... thou reivis me roiff2 and rest , I luve bot thee allone . " " Makyne , adew ! the sone gois west , The day is neir hand gone . " " Robene , in dule I am so drest3 , That lufe wilbe my bone . " " Ga lufe , Makyne , quhair evir thow list ...
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... thou went'st first by suit to seek A tiger to make tame : That sets not by thy love a leek ; But makes thy grief her game . As easy it were for to convert The frost into the flame : As for to turn a froward heart , Whom thou so fain ...
... thou went'st first by suit to seek A tiger to make tame : That sets not by thy love a leek ; But makes thy grief her game . As easy it were for to convert The frost into the flame : As for to turn a froward heart , Whom thou so fain ...
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... thou thy selfe didst prove . " Thou barrein ground , whome winters wrath hath wasted , Art made a myrrhour to behold my plight : Whilome thy fresh spring flowrd , and after hasted Thy sommer prowde , with Daffadillies dight ; And now is ...
... thou thy selfe didst prove . " Thou barrein ground , whome winters wrath hath wasted , Art made a myrrhour to behold my plight : Whilome thy fresh spring flowrd , and after hasted Thy sommer prowde , with Daffadillies dight ; And now is ...
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... Thou feeble flocke , whose fleece is rough and rent , Whose knees are weake through fast and evill fare , Mayst witnesse well , by thy ill governement , Thy maysters mind is overcome with care : Thou weake , I wanne ; thou leane , I ...
... Thou feeble flocke , whose fleece is rough and rent , Whose knees are weake through fast and evill fare , Mayst witnesse well , by thy ill governement , Thy maysters mind is overcome with care : Thou weake , I wanne ; thou leane , I ...
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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...