The Courtly Poets from Raleigh to MontroseBell and Daldy, 1870 - Всего страниц: 261 |
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... head , of thy love's praise ; Fitter , perhaps , to thunder martial stower , When so thee list thy lofty Muse to raise : Yet , till that thou thy poem wilt make known , Let thy fair Cynthia's praises be thus rudely shewn . " ( Sonnet to ...
... head , of thy love's praise ; Fitter , perhaps , to thunder martial stower , When so thee list thy lofty Muse to raise : Yet , till that thou thy poem wilt make known , Let thy fair Cynthia's praises be thus rudely shewn . " ( Sonnet to ...
Стр. xxiv
... head , Which saith the soul of man doth die , When that the body's dead . " Now may you see the sudden fall ; - Of him that thought to climb full high ; - A man well known unto you all , Whose state , you see , doth stand Rawly . " & c ...
... head , Which saith the soul of man doth die , When that the body's dead . " Now may you see the sudden fall ; - Of him that thought to climb full high ; - A man well known unto you all , Whose state , you see , doth stand Rawly . " & c ...
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... head to dine next noon , Just at the stroke , when my veins start and spread , Set on my soul an everlasting head ! Then am I ready , like a palmer fit , To tread those blest paths which before I writ . Of death and judgment , heaven ...
... head to dine next noon , Just at the stroke , when my veins start and spread , Set on my soul an everlasting head ! Then am I ready , like a palmer fit , To tread those blest paths which before I writ . Of death and judgment , heaven ...
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... head of that love's dart Which , till all break and all dissolve to dust , Thence drawn it cannot be , or therein known : There , mixed with my heart - blood , the fretting rust The better part hath eaten and outgrown . But what of ...
... head of that love's dart Which , till all break and all dissolve to dust , Thence drawn it cannot be , or therein known : There , mixed with my heart - blood , the fretting rust The better part hath eaten and outgrown . But what of ...
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... head and midst ; yea , from Him all things be . God is the base of earth and of the starred sky ; He is the male and female too ; shall never die . The spirit of all is God ; the sun and moon and what is higher ; The king , the original ...
... head and midst ; yea , from Him all things be . God is the base of earth and of the starred sky ; He is the male and female too ; shall never die . The spirit of all is God ; the sun and moon and what is higher ; The king , the original ...
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Стр. 43 - Even such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust ; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust. My God shall raise me up, I trust ! ELIZABETHAN MISCELLANIES.
Стр. 1 - A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten: In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.
Стр. 84 - You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light ; You common people of the skies ; What are you when the moon shall rise?
Стр. 13 - Say to the court it glows And shines like rotten wood; Say to the church, it shows What's good, and doth no good: If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie. Tell potentates, they live Acting by others' action, Not lov'd unless they give, Not strong but by affection: If potentates reply, Give potentates the lie.
Стр. 79 - ... eclipse and glory of her kind? CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE How happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought And simple truth his utmost skill ! Whose passions not his masters are, Whose soul is still prepared for death, Not tied unto the world with care Of public fame, or private breath...
Стр. 16 - GiVE me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet ! My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage ! And thus I'll take my Pilgrimage!
Стр. 14 - Tell zeal it lacks devotion, Tell love it is but lust, Tell time it is but motion. Tell flesh it is but dust; And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie. Tell age it daily wasteth, Tell honour how it alters, Tell beauty how she blasteth, Tell favour how it falters.
Стр. xxxi - Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay, Within that temple where the vestal flame Was wont to burn ; and passing by that way, To see that buried dust of living fame, Whose tomb fair Love and fairer Virtue kept, All suddenly I saw the Faery Queen, At whose approach the soul of Petrarch wept...
Стр. xxxiv - The flowers do fade, and wanton fields, To wayward winter reckoning yields, A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten: In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
Стр. 85 - Philomel her voice shall raise ? You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own ; What are you when the rose is blown ? So, when my mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not design'd Th...