A Sixteenth Century AnthologyArthur Symons H.M. Caldwell Company, 1906 - 468 sider |
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Side viii
... hath many Thousand Sands - 46 Love Winged my Hopes and Taught Me how to Fly- Now have I Learned with Much Ado at Last Farewell , Dear Love ! since Thou wilt needs be gone - · · Those Eyes that set My Fancy on a Fire - If Fathers Knew ...
... hath many Thousand Sands - 46 Love Winged my Hopes and Taught Me how to Fly- Now have I Learned with Much Ado at Last Farewell , Dear Love ! since Thou wilt needs be gone - · · Those Eyes that set My Fancy on a Fire - If Fathers Knew ...
Side xv
... hath Taught me So · Never Love unless you Can - 409 411 412 413 414 - 415 416 - 417 418 419 420 - 421 · · - 423 - 425 427 - 428 430 431 432 434 435 So Quick , so Hot , so Mad is thy Fond Suit - - · Silly Boy , ' t is Full Moon Yet If ...
... hath Taught me So · Never Love unless you Can - 409 411 412 413 414 - 415 416 - 417 418 419 420 - 421 · · - 423 - 425 427 - 428 430 431 432 434 435 So Quick , so Hot , so Mad is thy Fond Suit - - · Silly Boy , ' t is Full Moon Yet If ...
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... hath dressings fit , For Winter , Spring , and Summer . No beauty she doth miss When all her robes are on : But Beauty's self she is When all her robes are gone . Weep you no more , șad Fountains Weep you no. My Love in her Attire.
... hath dressings fit , For Winter , Spring , and Summer . No beauty she doth miss When all her robes are on : But Beauty's self she is When all her robes are gone . Weep you no more , șad Fountains Weep you no. My Love in her Attire.
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... hath my pale lean face , With true characters of my love , Petitioned to you for grace , Whom neither sighs nor tears can move ! O cruel , yet do you not know Whether your servant love or no ? And wanting oft a better token , I have ...
... hath my pale lean face , With true characters of my love , Petitioned to you for grace , Whom neither sighs nor tears can move ! O cruel , yet do you not know Whether your servant love or no ? And wanting oft a better token , I have ...
Side 10
... to send my heart , Which now your cold disdain hath broken , Nor can you heal ' t by any art : O look upon ' t , and you shall know Whether your servant love or no . Behold a Wonder here ! Behold a wonder here ! IO HOW MANY NEW YEARS.
... to send my heart , Which now your cold disdain hath broken , Nor can you heal ' t by any art : O look upon ' t , and you shall know Whether your servant love or no . Behold a Wonder here ! Behold a wonder here ! IO HOW MANY NEW YEARS.
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adieu Art thou beams beauty beauty's behold birds bliss bright Carmela Claia Cloris Corydon COUNTESS OF CUMBERLAND Cuckoo dear death delight desire dost doth earth echo ring EPITHALAMION eyes face fain fair Fairy fairy-queen fear flowers fools glory grace grief hand hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly Heigh-ho Hey-ho honour Hymen King kiss lady leave let her go light lips little boy live livës joy look Love Bound love doth love's lovers lullaby Lycoris maids merry Mertilla mind ne'er never night NYMPHIDIA nymphs Oberon Perigot Phyllida Pigwiggen pleasure poor praise pretty Proserpina Queen Mab quoth roses saith Samuel Daniel scorn servant love shepherd sighs sight sing sleep smile song song of praise Sonnet sorrow soul spring sweet tears Tell thee thing thou art thoughts true love unto untrue Love Venus wanton weep Whilst Willy wonder woods youth
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Side 344 - Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'er-sways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
Side 342 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Side 340 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Side 353 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights ; Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Side 355 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Side 348 - They that have power to hurt and will do none,' That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow, They rightly do inherit heaven's graces And husband nature's riches from expense ; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence.
Side 326 - When daffodils begin to peer, "With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, "Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year ; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale.
Side 357 - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait On purpose laid to make the taker mad; Mad in pursuit, and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest...
Side 347 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Side 323 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.