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... flower - shop . I have preferred instead , to come out of a prodi- gal and fragrant field with an armful of flowers with perfumes and colours arranged by kind , indifferently , to give something of Nature's variety . With Spenser , in ...
... flower - shop . I have preferred instead , to come out of a prodi- gal and fragrant field with an armful of flowers with perfumes and colours arranged by kind , indifferently , to give something of Nature's variety . With Spenser , in ...
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... flowers that lies ; And winking Mary - buds begin To ope their golden eyes : With everything that pretty bin , My lady sweet , arise : Arise , arise . The Love Call W. Shakespeare Phyllida . CORYDON , arise , my Corydon ! Titan shineth ...
... flowers that lies ; And winking Mary - buds begin To ope their golden eyes : With everything that pretty bin , My lady sweet , arise : Arise , arise . The Love Call W. Shakespeare Phyllida . CORYDON , arise , my Corydon ! Titan shineth ...
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... flowers , my Corydon , To set in thy cap . Cor . I will gather pears , my lovely one , To put in thy lap . Phyl . I will buy my true love garters gay For Sundays , for Sundays , To wear about his legs so tall . Cor . I will buy my true ...
... flowers , my Corydon , To set in thy cap . Cor . I will gather pears , my lovely one , To put in thy lap . Phyl . I will buy my true love garters gay For Sundays , for Sundays , To wear about his legs so tall . Cor . I will buy my true ...
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... flowers the which on earth do spring In goodly colours gloriously arrayed , ― Go to my love where she is careless laid Yet in her Winter's bower not well awake : Tell her the joyous time will not be stayed Unless she do him by the fore ...
... flowers the which on earth do spring In goodly colours gloriously arrayed , ― Go to my love where she is careless laid Yet in her Winter's bower not well awake : Tell her the joyous time will not be stayed Unless she do him by the fore ...
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... flowers ' bale . And thus I see among these pleasant things Each care decays , and yet my sorrow springs . Earl of Surrey 15 . Short Sunshine FULL many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain tops with sovran eye , Kissing ...
... flowers ' bale . And thus I see among these pleasant things Each care decays , and yet my sorrow springs . Earl of Surrey 15 . Short Sunshine FULL many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain tops with sovran eye , Kissing ...
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Anon Astrophel and Stella beauty bel ami Ben Jonson birds bliss breast breath bright Bullen Campion Corydon dear death delight desire dost doth Dowden earth Elizabethan England's Helicon eyes Faery Queene fair fairy-queen faith fear fire Fletcher flowers glory golden grace green grief hair happy hath heart heaven heavenly Herrick honour Jonson King kiss Lady leave light Line Line 11 lips live livës joy look Lord Love's Love's Labour's Lost lovers lullaby Madrigals maids merry mind Muse N'oserez never night nymphs passions pity pleasure poem poets praise Prof Queen Queen Mab rest roses says Shakespeare shalt shepherd shine sighs sing sleep smile song sonnet sorrow soul Spenser spring stanzas star swain sweet tears tell Tereus thee thine things thou art thought true love unto verse wanton weep Whilst wind youth
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Page 641 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...
Page 657 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Page 201 - 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.
Page 550 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's •waste...
Page 59 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring.
Page 401 - Orpheus with his lute made trees. And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung ; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring.
Page 536 - SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky! The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly...
Page 440 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby ; Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby : Never harm, Nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh ; So, good night, with lullaby.
Page 639 - Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 45 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.