The Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century VerseSir Herbert John Clifford Grierson, Geoffrey Bullough Clarendon Press, 1934 - 974 sider |
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Side 109
... poore flower , LITTLE Whom I have watch'd sixe or seaven dayes , And seene thy birth , and seene what every houre Gave to thy growth , thee to this height to raise , And now dost laugh and triumph on this bough , Little think'st thou ...
... poore flower , LITTLE Whom I have watch'd sixe or seaven dayes , And seene thy birth , and seene what every houre Gave to thy growth , thee to this height to raise , And now dost laugh and triumph on this bough , Little think'st thou ...
Side 624
... poore Love shall live or dy . Ah my Heart , is that the way ? Are these the Beames that rule thy Day ? Thou know'st a Face in whose each looke , Beauty layes ope Loves Fortune - booke ; On whose faire revolutions wait The obsequious ...
... poore Love shall live or dy . Ah my Heart , is that the way ? Are these the Beames that rule thy Day ? Thou know'st a Face in whose each looke , Beauty layes ope Loves Fortune - booke ; On whose faire revolutions wait The obsequious ...
Side 968
... Poore bird ! I doe not envie thee ; Poore soule , in this thy flesh what dost thou know ? • Prayer the Churches banquet , Angels age Priests of Apollo , sacred be the Roome Purse , who'll not know you have a Poet's been Queene , and ...
... Poore bird ! I doe not envie thee ; Poore soule , in this thy flesh what dost thou know ? • Prayer the Churches banquet , Angels age Priests of Apollo , sacred be the Roome Purse , who'll not know you have a Poet's been Queene , and ...
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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