A Book of Elizabethan LyricsFelix Emmanuel Schelling Ginn, 1895 - Всего страниц: 327 |
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Стр. xxxvii
... King James , and came in time to chill and benumb the pulses of the nation . The best lyrics of this age are redolent with this soundness and health , and still joyous with the flush of youth and beauty . There is but one way in which ...
... King James , and came in time to chill and benumb the pulses of the nation . The best lyrics of this age are redolent with this soundness and health , and still joyous with the flush of youth and beauty . There is but one way in which ...
Стр. xl
... King James ' Essays of a Prentice , chap . iii . 8 Art of English Poetry , ed . Arber , p . 144 . 4 Cf. pp . 36 , 47 , 54 , 88 , 120 , 128 , 133 , 162 , 168 , 174 , 178 . iambic , the rest trochaic . On the other hand xl INTRODUCTION .
... King James ' Essays of a Prentice , chap . iii . 8 Art of English Poetry , ed . Arber , p . 144 . 4 Cf. pp . 36 , 47 , 54 , 88 , 120 , 128 , 133 , 162 , 168 , 174 , 178 . iambic , the rest trochaic . On the other hand xl INTRODUCTION .
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... king ! Crown all his altars with bright fire , Laurels bind about his lyre , A Daphnean coronet for his head , The Muses dance about his bed ; When on his ravishing lute he plays , Strew his temple round with bays . Io pæans let us sing ...
... king ! Crown all his altars with bright fire , Laurels bind about his lyre , A Daphnean coronet for his head , The Muses dance about his bed ; When on his ravishing lute he plays , Strew his temple round with bays . Io pæans let us sing ...
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... kings , Wherefore hast thou feet and wings ? It is to shew how swift thou art , When thou wound'st a tender heart ; Thy wings being clipped and feet held still , Thy bow so many could not kill . 5 It is all one in Venus ' wanton school ...
... kings , Wherefore hast thou feet and wings ? It is to shew how swift thou art , When thou wound'st a tender heart ; Thy wings being clipped and feet held still , Thy bow so many could not kill . 5 It is all one in Venus ' wanton school ...
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... king ; And sweeter too : For kings have cares that wait upon a crown , And cares can make the sweetest love to frown . Ah then , ah then , If country loves such sweet desires do gain , What lady would not love a shepherd swain ? His ...
... king ; And sweeter too : For kings have cares that wait upon a crown , And cares can make the sweetest love to frown . Ah then , ah then , If country loves such sweet desires do gain , What lady would not love a shepherd swain ? His ...
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Стр. xix - My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses...
Стр. 87 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Стр. 184 - Sheds itself through the face, As alone there triumphs to the life All the gain, all the good, of the elements
Стр. 85 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Стр. 154 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
Стр. 122 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming ? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Стр. 151 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face; That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Стр. 86 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Стр. 128 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Стр. 84 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen...