The Courtly Poets from Raleigh to MontroseBell and Daldy, 1870 - Всего страниц: 261 |
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... thou served thy Heroine all thy days ! " But it is not so easy to believe that he could have main- tained , to any late period of his imprisonment under James , that conventional form of flattery , which had continued welcome to the ...
... thou served thy Heroine all thy days ! " But it is not so easy to believe that he could have main- tained , to any late period of his imprisonment under James , that conventional form of flattery , which had continued welcome to the ...
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... Thou only fit this argument to write , In whose high thoughts pleasure hath built her bower , And dainty love learned sweetly to indite . My rhymes I know unsavoury and sour , To taste the streams that ; like a golden shower , Flow from ...
... Thou only fit this argument to write , In whose high thoughts pleasure hath built her bower , And dainty love learned sweetly to indite . My rhymes I know unsavoury and sour , To taste the streams that ; like a golden shower , Flow from ...
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... singulfs rife , He cried out , to make his undersong , Ah , my love's Queen , and Goddess of my life ! Who shall me pity , when thou dost me wrong ? " " " And there that Shepherd of the Ocean is ,. POETRY AND LIFE . xxiii.
... singulfs rife , He cried out , to make his undersong , Ah , my love's Queen , and Goddess of my life ! Who shall me pity , when thou dost me wrong ? " " " And there that Shepherd of the Ocean is ,. POETRY AND LIFE . xxiii.
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... thou served thy Heroine all thy days ! Had Heaven from storms of envy screened thy bays ! Hadst thou still flourished in a warlike reign , Thy sword had made a conquest , like thy pen ! But nought to such untimely fate could bring The ...
... thou served thy Heroine all thy days ! Had Heaven from storms of envy screened thy bays ! Hadst thou still flourished in a warlike reign , Thy sword had made a conquest , like thy pen ! But nought to such untimely fate could bring The ...
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... thou could'st spare them , to eclipse thy praise ; Yet gave it brighter foil ; made thy ag'd fame Appear more white and fair than foul their shame ; And did promote an execution Which , but for them , nature and age had done . " Such ...
... thou could'st spare them , to eclipse thy praise ; Yet gave it brighter foil ; made thy ag'd fame Appear more white and fair than foul their shame ; And did promote an execution Which , but for them , nature and age had done . " Such ...
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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...