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The Shepherd's Pipe: Pastorial Poems of the XVI & XVII Centuries
Fitz Roy Carrington
Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2015
The Shepherd's Pipe; Pastoral Poems of the 16 and 17 Centuries
Fitz Roy Carrington
Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2012
bears begins birds bloom bowers bright bring brooks Clorinda comes Cuckoo daisies Damon dance dear delights doth droop earth eyes fair fall fear feed fields flocks flouts flowers fresh gain garden give golden grace green grief ground groves grow hang happy Hark hath head hear heart Herrick hills hither John keep king kiss lady lark late leaves light live looks Love's lovers lusty mean melody merry mind morn move Muse never night nightingale Nymphs painting Pan's Phillida pipe play pleasant pleasures praise pretty Queen rejoyce ring roses seen shade shepherds sing songs soul sound Spring summer swain sweet tell thee things Thomas thou shalt thought tongue tree true tunes turn violet wanton wind winter woods
Side 113 - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
Side 38 - If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy Love.
Side 85 - To come forth, like the spring-time, fresh and green, And sweet as Flora. Take no care For jewels for your gown or hair: Fear not; the leaves will strew Gems in abundance upon you: Besides, the childhood of the day has kept, Against you come, some orient...
Side 86 - Come, my Corinna, come; and, coming, mark How each field turns a street, each street a park Made green and trimm'd with trees : see how Devotion gives each house a bough Or branch : each porch, each door ere this An ark, a tabernacle is, Made up of white-thorn neatly interwove; As if here were those cooler shades of love.
Side 37 - And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.
Side 112 - When we have run our passions' heat, Love hither makes his best retreat : The gods, that mortal beauty chase, Still in a tree did end their race ; Apollo hunted Daphne so Only that she might laurel grow ; And Pan did after Syrinx speed Not as a nymph, but for a reed.
Side 105 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears: Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffadillies fill their cups with tears...
Side 43 - UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE' UNDER the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat; Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i...