The Shepherd's Pipe: Pastorial Poems of the XVI & XVII CenturiesFitz Roy Carrington Fox, Duffield & Company, 1903 - 128 sider |
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... tunes do yield ; All mirthful , with their songs so blithe , they make both air and field . The garden , it allures , it feeds , it glads the sprite ; From heavy hearts all doleful dumps the garden chaseth quite . Strength it restores ...
... tunes do yield ; All mirthful , with their songs so blithe , they make both air and field . The garden , it allures , it feeds , it glads the sprite ; From heavy hearts all doleful dumps the garden chaseth quite . Strength it restores ...
Side 11
... tunes they yield ? Lo : how the lusty lambs do course , whom spring- time heat doth prick , Behold again the aged ewes with bouncing leaps do kick ; Amongst them all what ails thy ram to halt so much behind , Some sore mischance hath ...
... tunes they yield ? Lo : how the lusty lambs do course , whom spring- time heat doth prick , Behold again the aged ewes with bouncing leaps do kick ; Amongst them all what ails thy ram to halt so much behind , Some sore mischance hath ...
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... tunes his note ; Hark how the jolly cuckoos sing , " Cuckoo , " to welcome in the spring ! ' Cuckoo , " to welcome in the spring ! From " Alexander and Campaspe . ” Syrinx Pan's Syrinx was a girl indeed , Though now she's turned into a ...
... tunes his note ; Hark how the jolly cuckoos sing , " Cuckoo , " to welcome in the spring ! ' Cuckoo , " to welcome in the spring ! From " Alexander and Campaspe . ” Syrinx Pan's Syrinx was a girl indeed , Though now she's turned into a ...
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... tune his pipe and frame his stile : Tho to a hill his faynting flock hee ledde , And thus him playnde , the while his shepe there fedde . " Yee Gods of love , that pitie lovers paine , ( If any gods the paine of lovers pitie , ) Looke ...
... tune his pipe and frame his stile : Tho to a hill his faynting flock hee ledde , And thus him playnde , the while his shepe there fedde . " Yee Gods of love , that pitie lovers paine , ( If any gods the paine of lovers pitie , ) Looke ...
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... tunes did far excel , Full pleasantly , and most profound Was all things placed well . Thy pretty tunes , mine own sweet bird , Done with so good a grace , Extolls thy name , prefers the same Abroad in every place . Thy music grave ...
... tunes did far excel , Full pleasantly , and most profound Was all things placed well . Thy pretty tunes , mine own sweet bird , Done with so good a grace , Extolls thy name , prefers the same Abroad in every place . Thy music grave ...
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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!