Chaucer to BurnsWilliam James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard K. Paul, Trench & Company, 1890 - English poetry |
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... move , With his bright tead that flames with many a flake , And many a bachelor to wait on him In their fresh garments trim . Bid her awake therefore , and soon her dight ! For lo the wished day is come at last That shall for all the ...
... move , With his bright tead that flames with many a flake , And many a bachelor to wait on him In their fresh garments trim . Bid her awake therefore , and soon her dight ! For lo the wished day is come at last That shall for all the ...
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... move ! Haste thee , O fairest Planet ! to thy home Within the western foam : Thy tired steeds long since have need of rest . Long though it be , at last I see it gloom , And the bright Evening Star with golden crest Appear out of the ...
... move ! Haste thee , O fairest Planet ! to thy home Within the western foam : Thy tired steeds long since have need of rest . Long though it be , at last I see it gloom , And the bright Evening Star with golden crest Appear out of the ...
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... move , Lest , though I leave not thy love , Which too deep in me is framèd , I should blush when thou art namèd ! — Therewithal away she went , Leaving him so passion - rent With what she had done and spoken , That therewith my song is ...
... move , Lest , though I leave not thy love , Which too deep in me is framèd , I should blush when thou art namèd ! — Therewithal away she went , Leaving him so passion - rent With what she had done and spoken , That therewith my song is ...
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... move Is love , which is the due of love ; And love as well the shepherd can As can the mighty nobleman . Sweet Nymph ! ' tis true you worthy be : Yet without love nought worth to me . THOMAS WATSON . 1557 ? -1592 ? ON SIDNEY'S DEATH ...
... move Is love , which is the due of love ; And love as well the shepherd can As can the mighty nobleman . Sweet Nymph ! ' tis true you worthy be : Yet without love nought worth to me . THOMAS WATSON . 1557 ? -1592 ? ON SIDNEY'S DEATH ...
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... move me . Diaphenia , like to all things blessed When all thy praises are expressed , Dear Joy ! how I do love thee : As the birds do love the Spring , Or the bees their careful king : Then in requite , sweet Virgin ! love me ! THE ...
... move me . Diaphenia , like to all things blessed When all thy praises are expressed , Dear Joy ! how I do love thee : As the birds do love the Spring , Or the bees their careful king : Then in requite , sweet Virgin ! love me ! THE ...
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Ae fond kiss Æneid beauty bel ami birds bless'd blushing bonnie breast breath bright Cædmon Chaucer cheeks CLORINDA Corydon crown Cuckoo dear death delight divine dost doth earth eyes fair fate fear fire flame flowers FRANCIS BEAUMONT FRANCIS DAVISON glory golden grace grief hair hand happy Hark hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly JEAN ELLIOT John JOHN FLETCHER King kiss Lady Lady Nairn light lips live Love is dead Love's lovers Lycidas maid melancholy merry mind Mistress Muse N'oserez-vous ne'er never night nonny nought numbers Nymphs o'er Phoebus pity play pleasure poems poet praise Queen roses shade shepherds shine sigh sight sing sleep smile song sonnets sorrow soul Spring stars stay sweet tears Tell thine thing thou art thought Tottel's Miscellany true love unto verse virtue WALTER DAVISON weep wind wings woods wooing o't wrote
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Page 248 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter, fire.
Page 94 - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Page 280 - ... eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire ? And what shoulder and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And, when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand and what dread feet? What the hammer? What the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? What dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears, And water'd heaven with...
Page 101 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Page 196 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But, O sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower! Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what love did seek...
Page 217 - TELL ME NOT, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
Page 190 - Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles Such as hang on Hebe's cheek And love to live in dimple sleek, Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides I Come ! and trip it, as you go, On the light fantastic toe ! And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain-nymph, sweet Liberty ! And, if I give thee honour due, Mirth ! admit me of thy crew, To live with her and live with thee, In unreproved pleasures free...
Page 100 - Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall out-live this powerful rhyme ; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory.
Page 280 - TIGER! Tiger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire?
Page 259 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes ; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm : Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.