A Sixteenth Century AnthologyArthur Symons H.M. Caldwell Company, 1906 - 468 pagina's |
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Pagina vi
... wood , or Arcadia , in which no road is fenced with prohibitions , and the flowers are all for the picking . And when , in the nineteenth century , poetry began again , it was to the poets of the sixteenth century that the new poets ...
... wood , or Arcadia , in which no road is fenced with prohibitions , and the flowers are all for the picking . And when , in the nineteenth century , poetry began again , it was to the poets of the sixteenth century that the new poets ...
Pagina ix
... Wood , the Weed , the Wag - The Lie The Pilgrimage - III 119 121 123 - 126 · As You Came from the Holy Land Verses found in his Bible in the Gate- house at Westminster ANTHONY MUNDAY ( 1553-1633 ) — Beauty sat Bathing by a Spring 128 ...
... Wood , the Weed , the Wag - The Lie The Pilgrimage - III 119 121 123 - 126 · As You Came from the Holy Land Verses found in his Bible in the Gate- house at Westminster ANTHONY MUNDAY ( 1553-1633 ) — Beauty sat Bathing by a Spring 128 ...
Pagina 71
... sadder tenor turn , And teach the woods and waters to lament Your doleful dreriment : Now lay those sorrowful complaints aside , And having all your heads with garland crowned , Help 71 EDMUND SPENSER (1552?-1599)- Epithalamion.
... sadder tenor turn , And teach the woods and waters to lament Your doleful dreriment : Now lay those sorrowful complaints aside , And having all your heads with garland crowned , Help 71 EDMUND SPENSER (1552?-1599)- Epithalamion.
Pagina 72
... woods shall to me answer , and my echo ring . Early , before the world's light - giving lamp His golden beam upon the hills doth spread , Having disperst the night's uncheerful damp , Do ye awake ; and with fresh lustihead Go to the ...
... woods shall to me answer , and my echo ring . Early , before the world's light - giving lamp His golden beam upon the hills doth spread , Having disperst the night's uncheerful damp , Do ye awake ; and with fresh lustihead Go to the ...
Pagina 73
... woods may answer , and your echo ring . Bring with you all the Nymphs that you can hear , Both of the rivers and the forests green , And of the sea that neighbours to her near ; All with gay garlands goodly well beseen . And let them ...
... woods may answer , and your echo ring . Bring with you all the Nymphs that you can hear , Both of the rivers and the forests green , And of the sea that neighbours to her near ; All with gay garlands goodly well beseen . And let them ...
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adieu Art thou beams beauty beauty's behold birds bliss bright Carmela Claia Cloris Corydon COUNTESS OF CUMBERLAND Cuckoo dear death delight desire dost doth earth echo ring EPITHALAMION eyes face fain fair Fairy fairy-queen fear flowers fools glory grace grief hand hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly Heigh-ho Hey-ho honour Hymen King kiss lady leave let her go light lips little boy live livës joy look Love Bound love doth love's lovers lullaby Lycoris maids merry Mertilla mind ne'er never night NYMPHIDIA nymphs Oberon Perigot Phyllida Pigwiggen pleasure poor praise pretty Proserpina Queen Mab quoth roses saith Samuel Daniel scorn servant love shepherd sighs sight sing sleep smile song song of praise Sonnet sorrow soul spring sweet tears Tell thee thing thou art thoughts true love unto untrue Love Venus wanton weep Whilst Willy wonder woods youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 344 - Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'er-sways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
Pagina 342 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Pagina 340 - 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, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Pagina 353 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights ; Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Pagina 355 - 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 348 - They that have power to hurt and will do none,' That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow, They rightly do inherit heaven's graces And husband nature's riches from expense ; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence.
Pagina 326 - When daffodils begin to peer, "With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, "Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year ; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale.
Pagina 357 - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait On purpose laid to make the taker mad; Mad in pursuit, and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest...
Pagina 347 - 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 ruined 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.
Pagina 323 - 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.