The poems of sir Walter Raleigh collected and authenticated with those of sir Henry Wotton and other courtly poets from 1540 to 1650, ed. with an intr. and notes by J. Hannah, Issue 830 |
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... delight , Why do I send this rustic madrigal , That may thy tuneful ear unseason quite ? Thou only fit this argument to write , In whose high thoughts pleasure hath built her bower , And dainty love learned sweetly to indite . My rhymes ...
... delight , Why do I send this rustic madrigal , That may thy tuneful ear unseason quite ? Thou only fit this argument to write , In whose high thoughts pleasure hath built her bower , And dainty love learned sweetly to indite . My rhymes ...
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... delight , Whose pleasing sound ysbrilled far about , Or thither led by chance , I know not right : Whom when I asked from what place he came , And how he hight , himself he did ycleepe The Shepherd of the Ocean by name , And said he ...
... delight , Whose pleasing sound ysbrilled far about , Or thither led by chance , I know not right : Whom when I asked from what place he came , And how he hight , himself he did ycleepe The Shepherd of the Ocean by name , And said he ...
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... delight , That used to sing so sweet a madrigal , Should like an owl go wanderer in the night , Quoted from Spenser's " Sonnet , " above , p . xxii . The phrase was also adopted by Drayton ; see Collier's " Bibl . Cat . " i . 224-5 ...
... delight , That used to sing so sweet a madrigal , Should like an owl go wanderer in the night , Quoted from Spenser's " Sonnet , " above , p . xxii . The phrase was also adopted by Drayton ; see Collier's " Bibl . Cat . " i . 224-5 ...
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... delight when Philumena sings . If thou hast formed right true virtue's face herein , Virtue herself can best discern , to whom they written bin . If thou hast beauty praised , let her sole looks divine Judge if aught therein be amiss ...
... delight when Philumena sings . If thou hast formed right true virtue's face herein , Virtue herself can best discern , to whom they written bin . If thou hast beauty praised , let her sole looks divine Judge if aught therein be amiss ...
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... delight each May - morning ; If these delights thy mind may move , Then live with me , and be my love . 2. RALEIGH'S REPLY . ( Before 1599. ) F all the world and love were young , And truth in every shepherd's tongue , These pretty ...
... delight each May - morning ; If these delights thy mind may move , Then live with me , and be my love . 2. RALEIGH'S REPLY . ( Before 1599. ) F all the world and love were young , And truth in every shepherd's tongue , These pretty ...
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Æneid ALBERTUS MORTON anonymous copy Arthur Gorges ascribed Ashm authority beauty bliss BOOK born Collier conceit Corythus Davison's Davison's Poetical Rhapsody dear death delight desire despair didst doth Dyer Earl earth edit England's Helicon epitaph eyes fair faith fame fancy fear fordone Fortune's George Sandys glory grace grave grief Harl hast hath heart heaven hope Hoskins Ignoto John Heywood king light live Lord Vaux love's Malone mind moan Montrose Muse never night nought Oldys Ovid Oxford editors pain piece poem Poet praise prince printed Queen Raleigh by Brydges Rawl rest scorn seas Sidney sighs signature Sir Edward Dyer Sir Philip Sidney Sir Walter Raleigh Sonnets sorrow soul Spenser stanza sweet Tann tears Tell thee Thine Thomas Lodge thou thoughts unto verses verso VIII virtue words Wotton wounds youth
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Page 52 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with age and dust ; Who in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust.
Page 131 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies ; How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries...
Page 10 - 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 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.
Page 91 - You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light ; You common people of the skies ; What are you when the moon shall rise?
Page 86 - ... eclipse and glory of her kind? CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE How happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought And simple truth his utmost skill ! Whose passions not his masters are, Whose soul is still prepared for death, Not tied unto the world with care Of public fame, or private breath...
Page 22 - Say to the court it glows And shines like rotten wood; Say to the church, it shows What's good, and doth no good: If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie. Tell potentates, they live Acting by others' action, Not lov'd unless they give, Not strong but by affection: If potentates reply, Give potentates the lie.
Page 25 - GiVE me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet ! My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage ! And thus I'll take my Pilgrimage!
Page 23 - Then give them all the lie. Tell zeal it lacks devotion, Tell love it is but lust, Tell time it is but motion. Tell flesh it is but dust; And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie.
Page 6 - Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay, Within that temple where the vestal flame Was wont to burn ; and passing by that way, To see that buried dust of living fame, Whose tomb fair Love and fairer Virtue kept, All suddenly I saw the Faery Queen, At whose approach the soul of Petrarch wept...
Page 120 - The rocks do not so cruelly Repulse the waves continually, As she my suit and affection: So that I am past remedy; Whereby my lute and I have done.