English Verse: The early lyrics to ShakespeareWilliam Peacock Oxford University Press, 1928 - American poetry |
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William Peacock. Thou that , by power , to life didst raise the dead : Thou that [ of grace ] restorest the blind to sight : Thou that for loue , Thy life and loue outbled : Thou that of fauour madest the lame goe right : Thou that canst ...
William Peacock. Thou that , by power , to life didst raise the dead : Thou that [ of grace ] restorest the blind to sight : Thou that for loue , Thy life and loue outbled : Thou that of fauour madest the lame goe right : Thou that canst ...
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... dead . Downe fell I then vpon my knee , All flatte before Dame Beauties face , And cryed , good Ladye pardon mee , Which here appeale vnto your grace , You knowe if I haue beene vntrue , It was in too much praysing you . doome ] verdict ...
... dead . Downe fell I then vpon my knee , All flatte before Dame Beauties face , And cryed , good Ladye pardon mee , Which here appeale vnto your grace , You knowe if I haue beene vntrue , It was in too much praysing you . doome ] verdict ...
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... dead for feare , His cap borne up with staring of his heare , Stoynd and amazde at his owne shade for drede , And fearing greater daungers than was nede . And next within the entry of this lake Sate fell Revenge gnashing her teeth for ...
... dead for feare , His cap borne up with staring of his heare , Stoynd and amazde at his owne shade for drede , And fearing greater daungers than was nede . And next within the entry of this lake Sate fell Revenge gnashing her teeth for ...
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... . Thou that art the Sheepheards Queene , Looke vpon thy silly Swaine : By thy comfort haue beene seene dead men brought to life againe . despight ] anger . THE THIRD PASTOR'S SONG WHO can liue in heart so NICHOLAS BRETON 149.
... . Thou that art the Sheepheards Queene , Looke vpon thy silly Swaine : By thy comfort haue beene seene dead men brought to life againe . despight ] anger . THE THIRD PASTOR'S SONG WHO can liue in heart so NICHOLAS BRETON 149.
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... dead From itt selfe neuer turnynge : loued ] loved . forgett promysse paste ] forgets promise past . abused ] abused . no ould ] now old . excusde ] excused . [ true ] love . chylld ] child . lyste ] list . but Loue ] but VERSES MADE BY ...
... dead From itt selfe neuer turnynge : loued ] loved . forgett promysse paste ] forgets promise past . abused ] abused . no ould ] now old . excusde ] excused . [ true ] love . chylld ] child . lyste ] list . but Loue ] but VERSES MADE BY ...
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adew loue anon Antilochus Antony beauty behold bloud brest brond Caesar Chauntecleer Coridon coude courtepy deare death doth drede dremes earth eccho ring euen euery eyes face faire farre fayre feare felawe flowers gaue giue gold goodly grace grone hand Harfleur hart hath haue heare heart heauen heauenly heigh herte Hippodames holy honour Ioue ioyes king Lady Macbeth leaue limbeck liue Lord loue louely Lullaby lyke mind mordred moue mynde neuer night nought ouer pleasure QUEEN MAB quod scho seith selfe seyde seye shal shee Shepheards shew sholde shyning sight siluer sing sith sleep song sonne sorrow soule speke spyce Sunne sweet swich thay thee ther theyr thing thou art thought toun trewely tyme un-to unto vnto vpon whan whyl whyt wight wolde wyde youth
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Page 421 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought...
Page 381 - No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear? Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice And could of men distinguish, her election Hath seal'd thee for herself...
Page 3 - Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth Inspired hath in every holt and heeth The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne Hath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne, And smale fowles maken melodye, That slepen al the night with open ye, 10 (So priketh hem nature in hir corages): Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages...
Page 382 - And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, hors'd Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Page 420 - 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 360 - No matter where ; — of comfort no man speak : Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs ; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth.
Page 400 - My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs: She swore, in faith, twas strange, 'twas passing strange, Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful: She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man...
Page 382 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, 'With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here. But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come...
Page 425 - Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'ersways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower ? O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out Against the wreckful siege of battering days.
Page 349 - O, for a muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention ! A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene ! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars ; and, at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire, Crouch for employment.