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Page v
... Marlowe's Song ; The Passionate Shepherd to his Love ; before 1593 2. Raleigh's Reply ; before 1599 VII . Like Hermit poor ; before 1593 VIII . Farewell to the Court ; before 1593 10 11 12 13 IX . The Advice . x . In the Grace.
... Marlowe's Song ; The Passionate Shepherd to his Love ; before 1593 2. Raleigh's Reply ; before 1599 VII . Like Hermit poor ; before 1593 VIII . Farewell to the Court ; before 1593 10 11 12 13 IX . The Advice . x . In the Grace.
Page vi
... Grace of Wit , of Tongue , and Face ; before 1593 XI . Fain would I , but I dare not XII . Sir Walter Raleigh to his Son XIII . On the Cards and Dice . Page 14 15 16 18 19 20 XIV . The Silent Lover . xv . A Poesy to prove Affection is ...
... Grace of Wit , of Tongue , and Face ; before 1593 XI . Fain would I , but I dare not XII . Sir Walter Raleigh to his Son XIII . On the Cards and Dice . Page 14 15 16 18 19 20 XIV . The Silent Lover . xv . A Poesy to prove Affection is ...
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... grace for zenith had . Another adaptation of Sir E. Dyer's Fancy . By Fulke Greville , Lord Brooke ; born 1554 , died 1628 XXII . Montanus ' Fancy graven upon the bark of a tall beech tree . By Thomas Lodge ; born 1555 ? died 1625 166 ...
... grace for zenith had . Another adaptation of Sir E. Dyer's Fancy . By Fulke Greville , Lord Brooke ; born 1554 , died 1628 XXII . Montanus ' Fancy graven upon the bark of a tall beech tree . By Thomas Lodge ; born 1555 ? died 1625 166 ...
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... grace to a compliment , or terseness to the expression of a sudden emotion , or point and beauty to a calm reflection . To a great extent , such poems are likely to be imita- tive ; and in that aspect they form a curiously exact measure ...
... grace to a compliment , or terseness to the expression of a sudden emotion , or point and beauty to a calm reflection . To a great extent , such poems are likely to be imita- tive ; and in that aspect they form a curiously exact measure ...
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... grace divine , And hope to live for aye ; Then to thy Saviour Christ incline ; In Him make steadfast stay ; Raw is the reason that doth lie Within an atheist's head , Which saith the soul of man doth die , When that the body's dead ...
... grace divine , And hope to live for aye ; Then to thy Saviour Christ incline ; In Him make steadfast stay ; Raw is the reason that doth lie Within an atheist's head , Which saith the soul of man doth die , When that the body's dead ...
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Page 43 - Even such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth 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 ! ELIZABETHAN MISCELLANIES.
Page 1 - 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 84 - 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 13 - 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 79 - ... 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 16 - 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 14 - 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. Tell age it daily wasteth, Tell honour how it alters, Tell beauty how she blasteth, Tell favour how it falters.
Page xxxi - 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 xxxiv - The flowers do fade, and wanton fields, To wayward winter reckoning yields, 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.
Page 85 - Philomel her voice shall raise ? You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own ; What are you when the rose is blown ? So, when my mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not design'd Th...