A Sixteenth Century AnthologyArthur Symons H.M. Caldwell Company, 1906 - 468 sider |
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... 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 been 9 How many New Years have grown.
... 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 been 9 How many New Years have grown.
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... Tears a delightful thing ; Silence beyond all speech , a wisdom rare ; She made her sighs to sing , And all things with so sweet a sadness move As made my heart at once both grieve and love . O fairer than aught else The world can show ...
... Tears a delightful thing ; Silence beyond all speech , a wisdom rare ; She made her sighs to sing , And all things with so sweet a sadness move As made my heart at once both grieve and love . O fairer than aught else The world can show ...
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Arthur Symons. I SAW MY LADY WEEP Enough , enough : your joyful look excels : Tears kill the heart , believe . O strive not to be excellent in woe , Which only breeds your beauty's over- throw . I Saw your Face Since first I saw your face ...
Arthur Symons. I SAW MY LADY WEEP Enough , enough : your joyful look excels : Tears kill the heart , believe . O strive not to be excellent in woe , Which only breeds your beauty's over- throw . I Saw your Face Since first I saw your face ...
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... endure it . Say , shall she go ? O , no , no , no , no , no ! She gave the wound , and she alone must cure it . AT HER FAIR HANDS The trickling tears that down my 24 At her Fair At her Fair Hands how have I Grace Entreated.
... endure it . Say , shall she go ? O , no , no , no , no , no ! She gave the wound , and she alone must cure it . AT HER FAIR HANDS The trickling tears that down my 24 At her Fair At her Fair Hands how have I Grace Entreated.
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Arthur Symons. AT HER FAIR HANDS The trickling tears that down my cheeks have flowed My love have often showed ; Yet ... tears do show her , And shall she still disdain me ? Heart , let her go , if they no grace can gain me . Say , shall ...
Arthur Symons. AT HER FAIR HANDS The trickling tears that down my cheeks have flowed My love have often showed ; Yet ... tears do show her , And shall she still disdain me ? Heart , let her go , if they no grace can gain me . Say , shall ...
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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.