The Helicon of Love: A Selection from the Poets of the Sixteenth and Seventeenth CenturiesH.G. Clarke and Company, 66, Old Bailey., 1844 - Всего страниц: 123 |
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... flowers , that flower which doth appeare In my conceit most like to him I holde so deerc , I gather it , I kissc it , and eke devise with it Such kind of lovely speech as is for lovers fit . 28 CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE . And then of all my ...
... flowers , that flower which doth appeare In my conceit most like to him I holde so deerc , I gather it , I kissc it , and eke devise with it Such kind of lovely speech as is for lovers fit . 28 CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE . And then of all my ...
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... flowers I make a garland fine , With which my golden - wire haires together I do twine ; And set it on my head , so taking that delight That I would take , had I my lover still in sight . For as in goodly flowers mine eyes great ...
... flowers I make a garland fine , With which my golden - wire haires together I do twine ; And set it on my head , so taking that delight That I would take , had I my lover still in sight . For as in goodly flowers mine eyes great ...
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... thy love . Time drives the flock from field to fold , When rivers rage and rocks grow cold ; And Philomel becometh dumb , And Age complains of cares to come . 30 SIR WALTER RALEIGH . The flowers do fade , SIR WALTER RALEIGH . 20.
... thy love . Time drives the flock from field to fold , When rivers rage and rocks grow cold ; And Philomel becometh dumb , And Age complains of cares to come . 30 SIR WALTER RALEIGH . The flowers do fade , SIR WALTER RALEIGH . 20.
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... flowers do fade , and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields ; A honey tongue , a heart of gall , Is Fancy's spring , but Sorrow's fall . Thy gowns , thy shoes , thy beds of roses , Thy cap , thy kirtle , and thy poises , Soon ...
... flowers do fade , and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields ; A honey tongue , a heart of gall , Is Fancy's spring , but Sorrow's fall . Thy gowns , thy shoes , thy beds of roses , Thy cap , thy kirtle , and thy poises , Soon ...
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... flowers atween , Do like a golden mantle her attire ; And being crowned with a garland green , Seem like some maiden queen . Her modest eyes , abashed to behold So many gazers as on her do stare , Upon the lowly ground affixed are ; Ne ...
... flowers atween , Do like a golden mantle her attire ; And being crowned with a garland green , Seem like some maiden queen . Her modest eyes , abashed to behold So many gazers as on her do stare , Upon the lowly ground affixed are ; Ne ...
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adorn angel Beauty's birds blest blush Born bosom breast breath bright buds Castara Celia charms cheek CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE dear death delight desire despair died disdain divine doth dwell e'er echo ring EDMUND SPENSER eyes face fair Samela Fayre fears fire flame flowers gentle GEORGE CHAPMAN GEORGE GASCOIGNE golden grace grief hair hast hath heart heaven HENRY GLAPTHORNE HENRY WILLOBY honey joyes kiss Ladies leave light lily lips live look lov'd love thee Love's lover MATTHEW PRIOR MICHAEL DRAYTON mind mistress morn move NATHANIEL FIELD Nature's ne'er never night nought Numbering pain passion pity pleasure praise prove RICHARD LOVELACE risc rose SAMUEL DANIEL scorn shine sigh sing sleep smiles soft SONG SONNET sorrow soul spring star sweet tears tell thine thing THOMAS CAREW THOMAS MIDDLETON thought thy beautie thy love tongue unto virgin virtues vows wanton Whilst WILLIAM HABINGTON wind youth
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Стр. 103 - WHEN LOVE, with unconfined wings, Hovers within my gates; And, my divine ALTHEA brings, To whisper at the grates; When I lie tangled in her hair, And fettered to her eye: The birds, that wanton in the air, Know no such liberty!
Стр. 48 - 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. 68 - HE that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires ; As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires. Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes.
Стр. 55 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew: Nor did I wonder at the lilies white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and you away, As with your shadow I with these did play : XCIX.
Стр. 32 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move, To come to thee and be thy love.
Стр. 38 - Open the temple gates unto my Love, Open them wide that she may enter in, And all the posts adorn as doth behove, And all the pillars deck with garlands trim...
Стр. 65 - Or the nard in the fire? Or have tasted the bag of the bee? O so white, O so soft, O so sweet is she!
Стр. 52 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part, — Nay I have done, you get no more of me; And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free; Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Стр. 30 - COME live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills and fields, Woods or Steepy mountains yields. And we will sit upon the rocks, Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses, And a thousand...
Стр. 30 - Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle; A gown made of the finest wool Which from our pretty lambs we pull...