The Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century VerseSir Herbert John Clifford Grierson, Geoffrey Bullough Clarendon Press, 1934 - 974 sider |
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... Earth who stay'd ; In a poore Cottage Inn'd , a Virgine Maide A weakling did him beare , who all upbeares , This is hee poorly swadl'd , in Manger laid , To whom too narrow Swadlings are our Spheares : Runne ( Shepheards ) runne , and ...
... Earth who stay'd ; In a poore Cottage Inn'd , a Virgine Maide A weakling did him beare , who all upbeares , This is hee poorly swadl'd , in Manger laid , To whom too narrow Swadlings are our Spheares : Runne ( Shepheards ) runne , and ...
Side 345
... earth , thou boasts ; false world , thou ly'st . Thy babbling tongue tells golden tales Of endless treasure ; Thy bountie offers easie sales Of lasting pleasure ; Thou ask'st the Conscience what she ails , And swear'st to ease her ...
... earth , thou boasts ; false world , thou ly'st . Thy babbling tongue tells golden tales Of endless treasure ; Thy bountie offers easie sales Of lasting pleasure ; Thou ask'st the Conscience what she ails , And swear'st to ease her ...
Side 346
... earth : Vain man , thou dot'st : Vain earth , thou ly'st . What mean dull souls , in this high measure To haberdash In earth's base wares ; whose greatest treasure Is dross and trash ? The height of whose inchanting pleasure Is but a ...
... earth : Vain man , thou dot'st : Vain earth , thou ly'st . What mean dull souls , in this high measure To haberdash In earth's base wares ; whose greatest treasure Is dross and trash ? The height of whose inchanting pleasure Is but a ...
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The Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century Verse Sir Herbert John Clifford Grierson,Geoffrey Bullough Ingen forhåndsvisning - 1934 |
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agen Angels Ayres beauty blest blood breast breath brest bright crowne dayes dead dear death delight didst Divine dost doth drest e'er Earth Ev'n ev'ry eyes face fair Fame fantastick Fate fear fire flame flowers flowre Francis Beaumont Friend give glory grace grief grones hand happy hath head heart Heaven Hesperides Il Pastor Fido King kisse lero light live look Lord lov'd Lovers Lycidas mind mortal Muse Musick ne'er never night numbers Nymph o'er pain peace pleasure Poems Poets Polyolbion Pow'r praise Priam Quire Rose sacred selfe shade shalt shee shew shine sigh sight sing sinne skie sleep Song Sonnet Soul Spirit Spring Starres Sunne sweet tears thee thine things thir thou art thought truth twas twill unto Verse vertue weep Whilst wind wings