English Poems: The Elizabethan age and the Puritan period (1550-1660)Walter Cochrane Bronson University of Chicago Press, 1909 |
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Pagina 8
... fields , whereas I walked about . When lo , the Night , with misty mantles spread , ' Gan dark the day and dim the azure skies ; And Venus in her message Hermes sped To bloody Mars , to will him not to rise , Which she herself ...
... fields , whereas I walked about . When lo , the Night , with misty mantles spread , ' Gan dark the day and dim the azure skies ; And Venus in her message Hermes sped To bloody Mars , to will him not to rise , Which she herself ...
Pagina 9
... fields so fade that flourished so beforn , It taught me well all earthly things be born 40 To die the death , for naught long time may last ; The summer's beauty yields to winter's blast . Then , looking upward to the heaven's leams ...
... fields so fade that flourished so beforn , It taught me well all earthly things be born 40 To die the death , for naught long time may last ; The summer's beauty yields to winter's blast . Then , looking upward to the heaven's leams ...
Pagina 31
... field , Which are arrayd with much more orient hew , And to the sense most daintie odours yield , Worke like impression in the lookers vew ? 50 Or why doe not faire pictures like powre shew , In which oftimes we Nature see of Art Exceld ...
... field , Which are arrayd with much more orient hew , And to the sense most daintie odours yield , Worke like impression in the lookers vew ? 50 Or why doe not faire pictures like powre shew , In which oftimes we Nature see of Art Exceld ...
Pagina 40
... field , " 55 Quoth she , " his princely puissance doth abate , And mightie proud to humble weake does yield , Forgetfull of the hungry rage which late Him prickt , in pittie of my sad estate : But he , my lyon and my noble lord , 60 How ...
... field , " 55 Quoth she , " his princely puissance doth abate , And mightie proud to humble weake does yield , Forgetfull of the hungry rage which late Him prickt , in pittie of my sad estate : But he , my lyon and my noble lord , 60 How ...
Pagina 47
... field : therefore of life him not deprive . " Her piteous wordes might not abate his rage , But , rudely rending up his helmet , would 335 Have slayne him streight ; but when he sees his age , And hoarie head of Archimago old , His ...
... field : therefore of life him not deprive . " Her piteous wordes might not abate his rage , But , rudely rending up his helmet , would 335 Have slayne him streight ; but when he sees his age , And hoarie head of Archimago old , His ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 112 - Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, 10 A cap of flowers, and a kirtle...
Pagina 120 - When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate. Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope.
Pagina 127 - 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...
Pagina 123 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Pagina 120 - 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.
Pagina 129 - Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly Then, heigh, ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! &c.
Pagina 214 - Death, be not proud though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so, For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
Pagina 382 - Return, Alpheus ; the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint...
Pagina 322 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be ! Tell her, that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide Thou must have uncommended died.
Pagina 349 - Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm, To bless the doors from nightly harm ; Or let my lamp at midnight hour Be seen in some high, lonely tower, Where I may oft...