The Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century VerseSir Herbert John Clifford Grierson, Geoffrey Bullough Clarendon Press, 1934 - 974 sider |
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Side 351
... delight ; But if thou shroud thy face , my glory fades , And I remain a Nothing , all compos'd of shades . Eternall God , O thou that onely art The sacred Fountain of eternall light , And blessed Loadstone of my better part ; O thou my ...
... delight ; But if thou shroud thy face , my glory fades , And I remain a Nothing , all compos'd of shades . Eternall God , O thou that onely art The sacred Fountain of eternall light , And blessed Loadstone of my better part ; O thou my ...
Side 423
... delight in Earth ; Swine dunghills rake ; Crows prey on Carrion ; Frogs a pleasure take In slimy pools ; And Niggards wealth admire ; But we , whose souls are made of purer fire , Have other aimes : Who songs for gain hath made , Has of ...
... delight in Earth ; Swine dunghills rake ; Crows prey on Carrion ; Frogs a pleasure take In slimy pools ; And Niggards wealth admire ; But we , whose souls are made of purer fire , Have other aimes : Who songs for gain hath made , Has of ...
Side 563
... delight , No odd becoming graces , Black eyes , or little know - not - whats , in faces ; Make me but mad enough , give me good store Of Love , for her I court , I ask no more , " Tis love in love that makes the sport . There's no such ...
... delight , No odd becoming graces , Black eyes , or little know - not - whats , in faces ; Make me but mad enough , give me good store Of Love , for her I court , I ask no more , " Tis love in love that makes the sport . There's no such ...
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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