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... spring . Up rose our hoste , and was our aller cok , And gaderd us togeder in a flok , And forth we riden a litel more than pas , ' Unto the watering of Seint Thomas : And ther our hoste began his hors arest , And saide ; " lordes ...
... spring . Up rose our hoste , and was our aller cok , And gaderd us togeder in a flok , And forth we riden a litel more than pas , ' Unto the watering of Seint Thomas : And ther our hoste began his hors arest , And saide ; " lordes ...
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... the hill and eke the vale : The nightingale with feathers new she sings ; The turtle to her mate hath told her tale : I Summer is come , for every spray now springs ,. BY HENRY HOWARD , EARL OF SURREY . " MY MIND TO ME . "
... the hill and eke the vale : The nightingale with feathers new she sings ; The turtle to her mate hath told her tale : I Summer is come , for every spray now springs ,. BY HENRY HOWARD , EARL OF SURREY . " MY MIND TO ME . "
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... springs . " I CANNOT EAT BUT LITTLE MEAT . " BY BISHOP STILL . [ A Convivial Song , by Bishop STILL ; written about the year 1565 . Little is known of the author , except that he was the writer of a play called " Gammer Gunter's Needle ...
... springs . " I CANNOT EAT BUT LITTLE MEAT . " BY BISHOP STILL . [ A Convivial Song , by Bishop STILL ; written about the year 1565 . Little is known of the author , except that he was the writer of a play called " Gammer Gunter's Needle ...
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... did sing , Trees did grow , and plants did spring ; . Everything did banish moan , Save the nightingale alone . She , poor bird , as all forlorn , Lean'd. ADDRESS TO THE NIGHTINGALE . THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE . Richard Barnfield.
... did sing , Trees did grow , and plants did spring ; . Everything did banish moan , Save the nightingale alone . She , poor bird , as all forlorn , Lean'd. ADDRESS TO THE NIGHTINGALE . THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE . Richard Barnfield.
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... ebb : Her tides have equal times to come and go ; Her loom doth weave the fine and coarsest web No joy so great but runneth to an end , No hap so hard but may in fine amend . Not always fall of leaf , nor ever spring , cr Robert Southwell.
... ebb : Her tides have equal times to come and go ; Her loom doth weave the fine and coarsest web No joy so great but runneth to an end , No hap so hard but may in fine amend . Not always fall of leaf , nor ever spring , cr Robert Southwell.
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Стр. 159 - TELL ME NOT, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
Стр. 164 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against Fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Стр. 129 - An ambassador is an honest man, sent to lie abroad for the good of his country.
Стр. 193 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade, And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday...
Стр. 125 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Стр. 64 - As it fell upon a day, In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made...
Стр. 260 - Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Стр. 225 - Honour but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think, it worth enjoying: Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!
Стр. 196 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Стр. 68 - And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.