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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... earth , and sea , That , since my flesh must die so soon , And want a head to dine next noon , Just at the stroke , when my veins start and spread , Set on my soul an everlasting head ! Then am I ready , like a palmer fit , To tread ...
... earth , and sea , That , since my flesh must die so soon , And want a head to dine next noon , Just at the stroke , when my veins start and spread , Set on my soul an everlasting head ! Then am I ready , like a palmer fit , To tread ...
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... earth , as from the cold storms bending , Shrink from my thoughts in high heavens or below . Oh , hopeful love , my object and invention , Oh , true desire , the spur of my conceit , Oh , worthiest spirit , my mind's impulsion , Oh ...
... earth , as from the cold storms bending , Shrink from my thoughts in high heavens or below . Oh , hopeful love , my object and invention , Oh , true desire , the spur of my conceit , Oh , worthiest spirit , my mind's impulsion , Oh ...
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... earth , even in cold winter days , Left for a time by her life - giving sun , Doth by the power remaining of his rays Produce some green , though not as it hath done ; Or as a wheel , forced by the falling stream , Although the course ...
... earth , even in cold winter days , Left for a time by her life - giving sun , Doth by the power remaining of his rays Produce some green , though not as it hath done ; Or as a wheel , forced by the falling stream , Although the course ...
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... earth do beat , And temper by cold night the heat of day , So hath perfection , which begat her mind , Added thereto a change of fantasy , And left her the affections of her kind , Yet free from every evil but cruelty . But leave her ...
... earth do beat , And temper by cold night the heat of day , So hath perfection , which begat her mind , Added thereto a change of fantasy , And left her the affections of her kind , Yet free from every evil but cruelty . But leave her ...
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... earth em- balming , Which after worthless worlds but play on stages , Such didst thou her long since describe , yet sighing That thy unable spirit could not find aught , In heaven's beauties or in earth's delight , For likeness fit to ...
... earth em- balming , Which after worthless worlds but play on stages , Such didst thou her long since describe , yet sighing That thy unable spirit could not find aught , In heaven's beauties or in earth's delight , For likeness fit to ...
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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.