The Book of Rubies: A Collection of the Most Notable Love-poems in the English LanguageScribner, 1866 - Всего страниц: 384 |
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... the foot it rageth over all : So fareth love when he hath ta'en a course ; Rage is his rain , resistance ' vaileth none , The first eschew is remedy alone . Henry Howard , Earl of Surrey . [ BORN 1516. SIR THOMAS WYAT . 13.
... the foot it rageth over all : So fareth love when he hath ta'en a course ; Rage is his rain , resistance ' vaileth none , The first eschew is remedy alone . Henry Howard , Earl of Surrey . [ BORN 1516. SIR THOMAS WYAT . 13.
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... [ BORN 1516. DIED 1547. ] A Vow . ET me where as the sun doth parch the green , Or where his beams do not dissolve the ice , In temperate heat , where he is felt and seen , In presence prest of people , mad or wise ; Set me in high , or ...
... [ BORN 1516. DIED 1547. ] A Vow . ET me where as the sun doth parch the green , Or where his beams do not dissolve the ice , In temperate heat , where he is felt and seen , In presence prest of people , mad or wise ; Set me in high , or ...
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... work she wrought , In faith , methink , some better ways On your behalf might well be sought , Than to compare as ye have done , To match the candle with the Sun. Elizabeth Tudor , Queen of England . [ BORN 1533. 16 BOOK OF RUBIES .
... work she wrought , In faith , methink , some better ways On your behalf might well be sought , Than to compare as ye have done , To match the candle with the Sun. Elizabeth Tudor , Queen of England . [ BORN 1533. 16 BOOK OF RUBIES .
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... [ BORN 1533. DIED 1603. ] ON MY OWN FEELINGS . GRIEVE , and dare not show my discontent ; I love , and yet am forced to seem to hate ; I do , yet dare not say I ever meant ; I seem stark mute , yet inwardly do prate . I am , and not ; I ...
... [ BORN 1533. DIED 1603. ] ON MY OWN FEELINGS . GRIEVE , and dare not show my discontent ; I love , and yet am forced to seem to hate ; I do , yet dare not say I ever meant ; I seem stark mute , yet inwardly do prate . I am , and not ; I ...
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... [ BORN 1534. DIED 1582. ] SONNET ON ISABELLA MARKHAM . HENCE comes my love ? O heart , disclose ; It was from cheeks that shamed the rose , From lips that spoil the ruby's praise , From eyes that mock the diamond's blaze : Whence comes my ...
... [ BORN 1534. DIED 1582. ] SONNET ON ISABELLA MARKHAM . HENCE comes my love ? O heart , disclose ; It was from cheeks that shamed the rose , From lips that spoil the ruby's praise , From eyes that mock the diamond's blaze : Whence comes my ...
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Стр. 162 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Стр. 83 - Go, lovely Rose! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Стр. 99 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Стр. 28 - Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet: Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye?
Стр. 227 - Of her bright face one glance will trace A picture on the brain, And of her voice in echoing hearts A sound must long remain; But memory, such as mine of her, So very much endears, When death is nigh, my latest sigh Will not be life's but hers. I fill this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex The seeming paragon— Her health! and would on earth there stood, Some more of such a frame, That life might be all poetry, And weariness a name.
Стр. 43 - Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity : 'Fie, fie, fie...
Стр. 158 - I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air : There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain, shaw...
Стр. 155 - John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither : Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo.
Стр. 65 - SHALL I, wasting in despair, Die because a woman's fair? Or make pale my cheeks with care 'Cause another's rosy are? Be she fairer than the day, Or the flowery meads in May, If she think not well of me, What care I how fair she be?
Стр. 74 - BID me to live, and I will live Thy Protestant to be ; Or bid me love, and I will give A loving heart to thee. A heart as soft, a heart as kind, A heart as sound and free, As in the whole world thou canst find, That heart I'll give to thee.