A poetry-book of elder poets, selected and arranged by A. B. EdwardsAmelia Ann Blanford Edwards 1879 |
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... once a - Maying— There on beds of violets blue And fresh - blown roses wash'd in dew Fill'd her with thee , a daughter fair , So buxom , blithe , and debonair . Haste thee , Nymph , and bring with thee Jest , and youthful jollity ...
... once a - Maying— There on beds of violets blue And fresh - blown roses wash'd in dew Fill'd her with thee , a daughter fair , So buxom , blithe , and debonair . Haste thee , Nymph , and bring with thee Jest , and youthful jollity ...
Стр. 88
... once Mine heavy heart and soul ensconce . All my griefs to this are jolly ; None so sour as melancholy . 5 . Methinks I hear , methinks I see Sweet music , wondrous melody , Towns , palaces and cities fine ; Here now , then there , the ...
... once Mine heavy heart and soul ensconce . All my griefs to this are jolly ; None so sour as melancholy . 5 . Methinks I hear , methinks I see Sweet music , wondrous melody , Towns , palaces and cities fine ; Here now , then there , the ...
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... Philomel , Leave of Tereus ' rape to tell . Let trees dance , As they at Thracian lyre did once ; Mountains play , This is the shepherds ' holiday . J. Shirley . 104 SONG OF A SATYR . SONG OF A SATYR Holiday in Arcadia.
... Philomel , Leave of Tereus ' rape to tell . Let trees dance , As they at Thracian lyre did once ; Mountains play , This is the shepherds ' holiday . J. Shirley . 104 SONG OF A SATYR . SONG OF A SATYR Holiday in Arcadia.
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... red roan steed , That once was fair and free , O ! " " Your steed was old and ye have got more , Edward ! Edward ! Your steed was old and ye have got more , Some other dule you drie , O ! " 138 EDWARD OF THE BLOODY BRAND . " O !
... red roan steed , That once was fair and free , O ! " " Your steed was old and ye have got more , Edward ! Edward ! Your steed was old and ye have got more , Some other dule you drie , O ! " 138 EDWARD OF THE BLOODY BRAND . " O !
Стр. 144
... once a year . For many run , but one must win : Fools only hedge the cuckoo in . The worth that worthiness should move Is love , which is the due of love ; And love as well the shepherd can As can the mighty nobleman . Sweet nymph ...
... once a year . For many run , but one must win : Fools only hedge the cuckoo in . The worth that worthiness should move Is love , which is the due of love ; And love as well the shepherd can As can the mighty nobleman . Sweet nymph ...
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ALEXANDER SELKIRK AULD ROBIN GRAY BATTLE OF AGINCOURT Beaumont beauty birds breath bright CHRIST'S NATIVITY dear death doth earth Elder Poets ELEGY ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA Eurydice eyes fair fear Fletcher flower golden good-morrow grave green grief grove hand hast hath hear heart heaven Helen honour INVERMAY King Kirconnell kiss ladies land light Line live Lord LOVE'S LOVER Lycidas lyre Milton MORNING OF CHRIST'S Mother mourn Muse Nanny ne'er never night nightingale Noroway notes numbers nymph o'er Osiris pain PATRICK SPENCE Phillida flouts Philomela pleasure poem praise Procne rose sad cypress Sally satyrs shade Shakespeare shepherds shine sigh sing SIR PATRICK SPENCE sleep smiling SONG sorrow soul sound spring stars stream swain sweet tears tell Tereus Thammuz thee things tree unto Verse voice wanton warble weep wilt thou winds wings Yarrow youth
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Стр. 39 - But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread; Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Стр. 85 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine ; Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage. But O, sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower ? Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what love did seek.
Стр. 19 - To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers...
Стр. 117 - When Love with unconfine'd wings Hovers within my Gates ; And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the Grates : When I lie tangled in her hair, And fetter'd to her eye ; The Birds, that wanton in the Air, Know no such Liberty.
Стр. 73 - 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...
Стр. 139 - 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.
Стр. 272 - tis said) Before was never made But when of old the Sons of Morning sung, While the Creator great His constellations set, And the well-balanced world on hinges hung ; And cast the dark foundations deep, And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep.
Стр. 37 - His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore? Alas ! what boots it with incessant care To tend the homely slighted shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless Muse?
Стр. 274 - The lonely mountains o'er And the resounding shore A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament ; From haunted spring and dale Edged with poplar pale The parting Genius is with sighing sent ; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
Стр. 201 - Ye winds that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.