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... extravagant when he likens them to earthquake periods or equinoctial gales , things inscrutable and wondrous . It is hardly necessary to point out that England has had later intellectual periods , equally well de- x INTRODUCTION.
... extravagant when he likens them to earthquake periods or equinoctial gales , things inscrutable and wondrous . It is hardly necessary to point out that England has had later intellectual periods , equally well de- x INTRODUCTION.
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... things the desire and the deed were intense . Emotion without any system of psychology went straight to the goal of expression ; and out of emotion , thought was born , growing to a marvellous philosophy in Shakespeare , sound ethics in ...
... things the desire and the deed were intense . Emotion without any system of psychology went straight to the goal of expression ; and out of emotion , thought was born , growing to a marvellous philosophy in Shakespeare , sound ethics in ...
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... things Each care decays , and yet my sorrow springs . Earl of Surrey 15 . Short Sunshine FULL many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain tops with sovran eye , Kissing with golden face the meadows green , Gilding pale ...
... things Each care decays , and yet my sorrow springs . Earl of Surrey 15 . Short Sunshine FULL many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain tops with sovran eye , Kissing with golden face the meadows green , Gilding pale ...
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... things have Their end , though ne'er so brave : And after they have shown their pride Like you awhile , they glide Into the grave . R. Herrick 27 . The Blossom LITTLE think'st thou , poor flower , Whom I have watched six or seven days ...
... things have Their end , though ne'er so brave : And after they have shown their pride Like you awhile , they glide Into the grave . R. Herrick 27 . The Blossom LITTLE think'st thou , poor flower , Whom I have watched six or seven days ...
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... thing pities my despair , Whilst that she her lover kills . Whilst that she - O cruel maid ! Doth me and my true love despise , My life's flourish is decayed , That depended on her eyes : But her will must be obeyed , And well he ends ...
... thing pities my despair , Whilst that she her lover kills . Whilst that she - O cruel maid ! Doth me and my true love despise , My life's flourish is decayed , That depended on her eyes : But her will must be obeyed , And well he ends ...
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Page 412 - GOING TO THE WARS 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 honour more.
Page 523 - Tu-whit, tu-who ! a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit, tu-who ! a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Page 59 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring.
Page 391 - Orpheus with his lute made trees. And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung ; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring.
Page 605 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...
Page 69 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Page 502 - SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky! The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly...
Page 603 - Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 169 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired' be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness; And, being helped, inhabits there.
Page 155 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.