The Book of Elizabethan VerseWilliam Stanley Braithwaite |
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... tears . Ask me why this flower does show So yellow - green , and sickly too ? Ask me why the stalk is weak And bending , [ yet it doth not break ] ? I will answer : -These discover - What doubts and fears are in a lover . T. Carew or R ...
... tears . Ask me why this flower does show So yellow - green , and sickly too ? Ask me why the stalk is weak And bending , [ yet it doth not break ] ? I will answer : -These discover - What doubts and fears are in a lover . T. Carew or R ...
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... fie ! now would she cry ; Tereu , Tereu ! by and by ; That to hear her so complain Scarce I could from tears refrain ; For her griefs so lively shown Made me think upon mine own . 42 . Ah ! thought I , thou mourn'st in 38 THE BOOK OF.
... fie ! now would she cry ; Tereu , Tereu ! by and by ; That to hear her so complain Scarce I could from tears refrain ; For her griefs so lively shown Made me think upon mine own . 42 . Ah ! thought I , thou mourn'st in 38 THE BOOK OF.
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... tears how firm my love is fixed ; And , Philomel , report my timourous fears , And , Echo , sound my heigh - ho's in her ears : But if she ask if I for love will die , Tell her , " Good faith , good faith , good faith , not I ! " - Anon ...
... tears how firm my love is fixed ; And , Philomel , report my timourous fears , And , Echo , sound my heigh - ho's in her ears : But if she ask if I for love will die , Tell her , " Good faith , good faith , good faith , not I ! " - Anon ...
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... tears I shed Make dead The brands would me devour , I should consume to nought Through thought Of thy fair shining eye , Thy cheeks , thy pleasing smiles , The wiles That forced my heart to die ; Thy grace , thy face , the part Where ...
... tears I shed Make dead The brands would me devour , I should consume to nought Through thought Of thy fair shining eye , Thy cheeks , thy pleasing smiles , The wiles That forced my heart to die ; Thy grace , thy face , the part Where ...
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... tears doth firm the same ; And if I tempt it will retire , And of my plaints doth make a game . Love , let me cull her choicest flowers ; And pity me , and calm her eye ; Make soft her heart , dissolve her lowers ; Then will I praise ...
... tears doth firm the same ; And if I tempt it will retire , And of my plaints doth make a game . Love , let me cull her choicest flowers ; And pity me , and calm her eye ; Make soft her heart , dissolve her lowers ; Then will I praise ...
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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.