The Poems and Masque of Thomas Carew...: With an Introductory Memoir, an Appendix of Unauthenticated Poems from Mss., Notes, and a Table of First Lines
Reeves and Turner, 1893 - 287 sider
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POEMS & MASQUE OF THOMAS CAREW
Joseph Woodfall 1824-1908 Ebsworth,Thomas 1595?-1639? Carew
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The Poems and Masque of Thomas Carew
Thomas Carew,Joseph Woodfall Ebsworth
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The Poems and Masque of Thomas Carew...: With an Introductory Memoir, an ...
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appear arms bear beauty beginning breast breath bright bring cause Celia cheek Court dance dark death desire divine doth doubt earth edition equal eyes face fair fate fear fire flame follow friends give gods grace grow hand happy hath head heart heaven honour hope John keep kind King kiss known Lady laws leave less letters lies light lines lips live Lord Love's lovers Masque means meet mind Mistress move Nature never night once Page play poem Poets praise printed prove pure Queen rest Rose shalt shine smile snow song soul stand Stars sweet tears tell thee thine Thomas Carew thou thou art thought true verse Virtue whilst wind wings written youth
Side 41 - Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale when May is past, For in your sweet dividing throat She winters and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose, For in your beauty's orient deep These flowers as in their causes, sleep.
Side xxvii - Twas I that gave thee thy renown ; Thou hadst in the forgotten crowd Of common beauties lived unknown, Had not my verse exhaled thy name, And with it imped the wings of fame. That killing power is none of thine, I gave it to thy voice and eyes; Thy sweets, thy graces, all are mine; Thou art my star, shin'st in my skies; '" Then dart not from thy borrowed sphere Lightning on him that fixed thee there.
Side 23 - The Lady Mary Villiers lies Under this stone : With weeping eyes The parents that first gave her birth, And their sad friends, laid her in earth : If any of them (reader) were Known unto thee, shed a tear : Or if thyself possess a gem, As dear to thee, as this to them. ; Though a stranger to this place, Bewail in theirs, thine own hard case ; For thou perhaps at thy return Mayst find thy darling in an urn.
Side 61 - Come, my Celia, let us prove, While we can, the sports of love, Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever; Spend not then his gifts in vain; Suns, that set, may rise again: But if once we loose this light, Tis with us perpetual night.
Side 216 - And Therefore the wits of the town came thither; 'Twas strange to see how they flocked together, Each strongly confident of his own way, Thought to gain the laurel away that day.
Side 45 - Ask me why I send to you This primrose all bepearled with dew : I straight will whisper in your ears, The sweets of love are washed with tears. Ask me why this flower doth show So yellow, green, and sickly too ; Ask me why the stalk is weak And bending, yet it doth not break ; I must tell you, these discover What doubts and fears are in a lover.
Side xxviii - HE that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or, from star-like eyes, doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires ; As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires. Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes.
Side 84 - Thy giant fancy, which had proved too stout For their soft melting phrases. As in time They had the start, so did they cull the prime Buds of invention many a hundred...
Side iv - He is a great lover and praiser of himself, a contemner and scorner of others, given rather to lose a friend than a jest, jealous of every word and action of those about him, (especially after drink, which is one of the elements in which he liveth...
Side xxiii - Give me more love or more disdain! The torrid or the frozen zone Bring equal ease unto my pain, The temperate affords me none; Either extreme of love or hate Is sweeter than a calm estate. Give me a storm; if it be love, Like Danae...