English Poems: The Elizabethan age and the Puritan period (1550-1660)Walter Cochrane Bronson University of Chicago Press, 1909 |
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Pagina xiv
... WITHER Shall I , Wasting in Despair . From Fair Virtue 229 230 230 231 231 231 232 232 233 234 234 235 235 236 236 237 239 242 242 • 243 243 245 246 247 JAMES SHIRLEY No Armour against Fa . 251 GEORGE HERBERT xiv CONTENTS.
... WITHER Shall I , Wasting in Despair . From Fair Virtue 229 230 230 231 231 231 232 232 233 234 234 235 235 236 236 237 239 242 242 • 243 243 245 246 247 JAMES SHIRLEY No Armour against Fa . 251 GEORGE HERBERT xiv CONTENTS.
Pagina xv
... Virtue The Pearl Peace The Collar 251 253 254 255 256 The Pulley 257 The Elixir 258 WILLIAM BOSWORTH Arcadius ' Song to Sepha 258 THOMAS RANDOLPH An Ode 260 ROBERT HERRICK The Argument of His Book To Perilla Upon the Loss of His ...
... Virtue The Pearl Peace The Collar 251 253 254 255 256 The Pulley 257 The Elixir 258 WILLIAM BOSWORTH Arcadius ' Song to Sepha 258 THOMAS RANDOLPH An Ode 260 ROBERT HERRICK The Argument of His Book To Perilla Upon the Loss of His ...
Pagina 18
... Virtue , if not a god yet God's chief part , Be thou the knot of this their open vow , That still he be her head , she be his heart ; He lean to her , she unto him do bow , Each other still allow ; Like oak and mistletoe , Her strength ...
... Virtue , if not a god yet God's chief part , Be thou the knot of this their open vow , That still he be her head , she be his heart ; He lean to her , she unto him do bow , Each other still allow ; Like oak and mistletoe , Her strength ...
Pagina 19
... virtue their thoughts well stayed , Cupid's lust gone , and gone is bitter strife : 95 Happy man , happy wife ! No pride shall them oppress , Nor yet shall yield to loathsome sluttishness , And jealousy is slain ; For Hymen will their ...
... virtue their thoughts well stayed , Cupid's lust gone , and gone is bitter strife : 95 Happy man , happy wife ! No pride shall them oppress , Nor yet shall yield to loathsome sluttishness , And jealousy is slain ; For Hymen will their ...
Pagina 20
... virtue is indeed , Whereof this beauty can be but a shade , Which elements with mortal mixture breed : True that on earth we are but pilgrims made , And should in soul up to our country move : True - and yet true that I must Stella love ...
... virtue is indeed , Whereof this beauty can be but a shade , Which elements with mortal mixture breed : True that on earth we are but pilgrims made , And should in soul up to our country move : True - and yet true that I must Stella love ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Æneid ANTISTROPHE Archimago arms beauty behold Ben Jonson birds blood breast breath bright clouds Comus Corydon crown dance dark dead death delight divine dost doth ears earth Edmund Spenser eternal eyes Faerie Faerie Queene fair fear fire flame flocks flowers glory golden grace Greece Greek grove hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven honour Jove king kiss lady Latin leave light live look Love's lover Lycidas Michael Drayton Milton mind morn Muse never night nymph o'er peace Pelops Perilla Pindar poem poet Queene rest rose round SAMUEL DANIEL Saturn sense shade shepherd shine sight sing sleep song Sonnet sorrow soul Spenser spirit spring stars stream sweet tell Thammuz thee thence thine things thought tree true unto verse virtue wanton weep Whilst wind wings youth ΙΟ
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...