A Book of English Love Poems |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 38
Page xiii
... true , in depth and volume , from the time of Wyatt to the time of Swinburne . For , born three years after Drum- mond , we have George Wither , a poet so much better than his reputation , whose one lovely song , " Shall I wasting in ...
... true , in depth and volume , from the time of Wyatt to the time of Swinburne . For , born three years after Drum- mond , we have George Wither , a poet so much better than his reputation , whose one lovely song , " Shall I wasting in ...
Page xvii
... true we find a singer , as in Matthew Prior or Gay , but if the chief business of a poet , a lyric poet , is to sing , then we may say without fear of re- buke that the age of Pope is almost without lyric poetry . The cheerful ...
... true we find a singer , as in Matthew Prior or Gay , but if the chief business of a poet , a lyric poet , is to sing , then we may say without fear of re- buke that the age of Pope is almost without lyric poetry . The cheerful ...
Page xxi
... true love know Hang there , my verse Tell me where is Fancy bred PAGE 46 47 47 47 48 48 49 51 51 52 52 53 53 54 54 55 55 THOMAS CAMPION ( 1567-1640 ) Songs from The Books of Airs , 56-61 : — Sleep , angry beauty Thou art not fair Turn ...
... true love know Hang there , my verse Tell me where is Fancy bred PAGE 46 47 47 47 48 48 49 51 51 52 52 53 53 54 54 55 55 THOMAS CAMPION ( 1567-1640 ) Songs from The Books of Airs , 56-61 : — Sleep , angry beauty Thou art not fair Turn ...
Page xxix
... true a heart Again I see my bliss at hand Ah ! County Guy , the hour is nigh Ah ! Chloris ! that I now could sit Ah ! I remember well ( and how can I Ah ! were she pitiful as she is fair , Ah ! what avails the sceptred race Airly Beacon ...
... true a heart Again I see my bliss at hand Ah ! County Guy , the hour is nigh Ah ! Chloris ! that I now could sit Ah ! I remember well ( and how can I Ah ! were she pitiful as she is fair , Ah ! what avails the sceptred race Airly Beacon ...
Page xxxi
... true love know How sweet I roamed from field to field How sweet the answer Echo makes I arise from dreams of thee · I cannot change , as others do I dare not ask a kiss - I did but look and love a - while I dug , beneath the cypress ...
... true love know How sweet I roamed from field to field How sweet the answer Echo makes I arise from dreams of thee · I cannot change , as others do I dare not ask a kiss - I did but look and love a - while I dug , beneath the cypress ...
Other editions - View all
A Book of English Love Poems: Chosen Out of Poets From Wyatt to Arnold ... Edward Hutton No preview available - 2017 |
A Book of English Love Poems: Chosen Out of Poets from Wyatt to Arnold Edward Hutton No preview available - 2016 |
Common terms and phrases
Airs by Thomas awake beauty beauty's Ben Jonson birds blush Book of Airs bosom bower breast breath bright brow cheek dear death delight doth dream echo ring EDMUND SPENSER ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fair Samela fear fire flame flowers Forget golden grace hair hand hath heaven heavenly Heigh honour kiss lady light lips live look love thee Love's lovers lute maid MICHAEL DRAYTON never night numbers o'er pain passion PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY pleasure poem poet praise is due ROBERT HERRICK rose SAMUEL DANIEL Say nay SHAKESPEARE shine sigh sing sleep smiles soft song of praise Sonnet sorrow soul star sweet tears tell thine things THOMAS CAMPION THOMAS CAREW THOMAS LODGE thou art thoughts thy love unto verse voice vows WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR wanton weep WILLIAM WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wilt thou leave wings woods may answer
Popular passages
Page 49 - As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority...
Page 51 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights, Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have expressed Even such a beauty as you master now.
Page 46 - 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.
Page 101 - GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting; The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best, which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry: For having lost but once your prime, You may...
Page 47 - SHALL I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate : Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Page 11 - Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm : for love is strong as death : jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame.
Page 74 - Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow.
Page 121 - But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near, And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.
Page 52 - 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.
Page 48 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...