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... to the mode of the day . The lyrist sang to a tune within him : ( " Heard melodies are sweet , but those unheard Are sweeter ; therefore , ye soft pipes , play on ! " ) PUBLIC The song - writer composes with a strict regard to iii.
... to the mode of the day . The lyrist sang to a tune within him : ( " Heard melodies are sweet , but those unheard Are sweeter ; therefore , ye soft pipes , play on ! " ) PUBLIC The song - writer composes with a strict regard to iii.
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... can , As can the mighty nobleman . Sweet nymph , ' tis true , you worthy be , Yet without love , naught worth to me . FULKE GREVILLE , Lord Brooke . SONG . [ 1584. ] CUPID and my Campaspe played 6 II . FULKE GREVILLE (Lord Brooke)
... can , As can the mighty nobleman . Sweet nymph , ' tis true , you worthy be , Yet without love , naught worth to me . FULKE GREVILLE , Lord Brooke . SONG . [ 1584. ] CUPID and my Campaspe played 6 II . FULKE GREVILLE (Lord Brooke)
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... played At cards for kisses , Cupid paid ; He takes his quiver , bow , and arrows , His mother's doves , and team of sparrows ; Loses them too ; then down he throws The coral of his lip , the rose Growing on's cheek , ( but none knows ...
... played At cards for kisses , Cupid paid ; He takes his quiver , bow , and arrows , His mother's doves , and team of sparrows ; Loses them too ; then down he throws The coral of his lip , the rose Growing on's cheek , ( but none knows ...
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... play , With dancing wear out night and day ; The bagpipe's drone his hum lays by , When Pan sounds up his minstrelsy . His minstrelsy , O base ! This quill , Which at my mouth with wind I fill , Puts me in mind , though her I miss ...
... play , With dancing wear out night and day ; The bagpipe's drone his hum lays by , When Pan sounds up his minstrelsy . His minstrelsy , O base ! This quill , Which at my mouth with wind I fill , Puts me in mind , though her I miss ...
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... plays with me , Now with his feet . Within mine eyes he makes his nest , His bed amidst my tender breast ; My kies are his daily feaft , And yet he robs me of my rest . Ah , wanton , will ye ? II . And if I fleep , then percheth he With ...
... plays with me , Now with his feet . Within mine eyes he makes his nest , His bed amidst my tender breast ; My kies are his daily feaft , And yet he robs me of my rest . Ah , wanton , will ye ? II . And if I fleep , then percheth he With ...
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arms beauty birds breath bright bring cheek dare dead dear death delight doth drink Earth eyes face fair fall fear fhall field figh fing fire fleep flowers ftill give gold golden gone grace grave green grief grow hair hand happy Hark hath head hear heart heaven HENRY hope hour JOHN keep kill kind kings kiss ladies leave Left light lips live look love thee Love's lover MADRIGALS maid meet mind mistress morn move never night notes once pity play poor pretty queen quiet rich rise ROBERT ROBERT HERRICK roses round smile SONG sorrow soul sound speak Spring sweet tears tell thee thine things THOMAS thou thought tree true unto WALLER weep WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wilt wind wine wings young
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Page 70 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend — This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall: Lord of himself, though not of lands, And, having nothing, yet hath all.
Page 154 - That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I : And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a...
Page 59 - Or the nard in the fire ? Or have tasted the bag of the bee ? O so white, O so soft, O so sweet is she!
Page 104 - Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Page 106 - ON A GIRDLE. That which her slender waist confined, Shall now my joyful temples bind ; No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer, My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass, and yet there Dwelt all that's good and all that's fair; Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.
Page 114 - We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Page 116 - 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 24 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished! Reply, reply. It is engendered in the eyes. With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell.
Page 161 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Page 28 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.