The Shepherd's Pipe: Pastorial Poems of the XVI & XVII CenturiesFitz Roy Carrington Fox, Duffield & Company, 1903 - 128 sider |
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... gain . To water sundry seeds , the sorow by the way A running river , trilling down with liquor , can con- vey . Behold , with lively hue , fair flowers that shine so bright : With riches , like the Orient gems , they paint the mould in ...
... gain . To water sundry seeds , the sorow by the way A running river , trilling down with liquor , can con- vey . Behold , with lively hue , fair flowers that shine so bright : With riches , like the Orient gems , they paint the mould in ...
Side 27
... gain , What lady would not love a shepherd swain ? His flocks are folded , he comes home at night , As merry as a king in his delight ; And merrier too , For kings bethink them what the state require , Where shepherds careless carol by ...
... gain , What lady would not love a shepherd swain ? His flocks are folded , he comes home at night , As merry as a king in his delight ; And merrier too , For kings bethink them what the state require , Where shepherds careless carol by ...
Side 28
... gain , What lady would not love a shepherd swain ? He kisseth first , then sits as blithe to eat His cream and curds as doth the king his meat ; And blither too , For kings have often fears when they do sup , Where shepherds dread no ...
... gain , What lady would not love a shepherd swain ? He kisseth first , then sits as blithe to eat His cream and curds as doth the king his meat ; And blither too , For kings have often fears when they do sup , Where shepherds dread no ...
Side 29
... gain , What lady would not love a shepherd swain ? Thus with his wife he spends the year , as blithe As doth the king at every tide or sithe ; * And blither too , For kings have wars and broils to take in hand , Where shepherds laugh ...
... gain , What lady would not love a shepherd swain ? Thus with his wife he spends the year , as blithe As doth the king at every tide or sithe ; * And blither too , For kings have wars and broils to take in hand , Where shepherds laugh ...
Side 51
... gain or loss ; And his long flail can stoutly toss : Makes the hedge which others break , And ever thinks what he doth speak . Now , you courtly dames and knights , That study only strange delights ; Though you scorn the homespun grey ...
... gain or loss ; And his long flail can stoutly toss : Makes the hedge which others break , And ever thinks what he doth speak . Now , you courtly dames and knights , That study only strange delights ; Though you scorn the homespun grey ...
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a-Maying Abraham Cowley apace birds bloom boughs bowers brooks Clorinda Coridon country loves cowslips Cuckoo dainty daisies Damon dance dear delights desires do gain droop earth England's Helicon eyes Fair summer Faithful Shepherdess FitzRoy Carrington Fletcher flocks flowers garden golden slumbers Googe greenwood tree grief groves happy Hark hath hear heart Heaven heaven's gate Herrick hills hither Isaac Oliver keep king kiss lady lark live love a shepherd love good-morrow Love's lovers loves such sweet lulla lullaby lusty Spring maids melody merry Cuckow mind Muse ne'er night nightingale Nymphs Pan we sing Pan's Phillida flouts Philomel pipe pleasant pleasures pretty primrose Queen rejoyce Robert Herrick Roget roses shade shady shepherd swain smooth enamel'd green songs soul sweet content sweet desires sweet Spring Syrinx Tereus thee things Thomas thou shalt Thrice tree tunes unto violets blue wanton woods
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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 41 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby ; Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby : Never harm, Nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh ; So, good night, with lullaby.
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...
Side 61 - Then he that patiently want's burden bears No burden bears, but is a king, a king! O sweet content! O sweet, O sweet content! Work apace, apace, apace, apace; Honest labour bears a lovely face; Then hey nonny nonny, hey nonny nonny!