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... his father as clerk of the ordnance in 1641 , but was rejected for his adherence to the king . He fought at Edgehill , and was made master of arts when with the king at Oxford . He survived till 1702 . Alexander Brome , two years ...
... his father as clerk of the ordnance in 1641 , but was rejected for his adherence to the king . He fought at Edgehill , and was made master of arts when with the king at Oxford . He survived till 1702 . Alexander Brome , two years ...
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... love abuse , To her my heart should bend . I will love those that laugh , and those that sing , I'll love my country , prince and laws , and those that love my King . ALEXANDER BROME . ELL me not , sweet , I am unkind ,
... love abuse , To her my heart should bend . I will love those that laugh , and those that sing , I'll love my country , prince and laws , and those that love my King . ALEXANDER BROME . ELL me not , sweet , I am unkind ,
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... Alexander Brome . A BILL OF FARE . [ 1 st . [ 8 ll . XPECT no strange or puzzling meat , nor pie Built by confusion or adultery Of forced nature ; no mysterious dish Requiring an interpreter , no fish Found out by modern luxury : Our ...
... Alexander Brome . A BILL OF FARE . [ 1 st . [ 8 ll . XPECT no strange or puzzling meat , nor pie Built by confusion or adultery Of forced nature ; no mysterious dish Requiring an interpreter , no fish Found out by modern luxury : Our ...
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... Alexander Brome . THE COMMONERS . ( Written in 1645. ) OME your ways , Bonny boys . Of the town , For now is your time or never . Shall your fears Or your cares Cast you down ? Hang your wealth And your health Get renown , We are all ...
... Alexander Brome . THE COMMONERS . ( Written in 1645. ) OME your ways , Bonny boys . Of the town , For now is your time or never . Shall your fears Or your cares Cast you down ? Hang your wealth And your health Get renown , We are all ...
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... Alexander Brome . THE ROYALIST . ? ( Written in 1646. ) OME pass about the bowl to me , A health to our distressed King ; Though we're in hold , let cups go free , Birds in a cage may freely sing . The ground does tipple healths apace ...
... Alexander Brome . THE ROYALIST . ? ( Written in 1646. ) OME pass about the bowl to me , A health to our distressed King ; Though we're in hold , let cups go free , Birds in a cage may freely sing . The ground does tipple healths apace ...
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Page 83 - You haste away so soon : As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song ; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ! As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew Ne'er to be found again.
Page 178 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Page 50 - To ALTHEA FROM PRISON WHEN Love with unconfined 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.
Page 116 - The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry; For, having lost but...
Page 5 - 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.
Page 72 - He that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from starlike eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires, As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away.
Page 156 - HARRY, whose tuneful and well-measured song First taught our English music how to span Words with just note and accent, not to scan With Midas' ears, committing short and long, Thy worth and skill exempts thee from the throng, With praise enough for Envy to look wan : To after age thou shalt be writ the man That with smooth air couldst humour best our tongue. Thou honour'st verse, and verse must lend her wing To honour thee, the priest of Phoebus' quire, That tun'st their happiest lines in hymn or...
Page 145 - Cause I see a woman kind? Or a well disposed nature, Joined with a lovely feature? Be she meeker, kinder, than Turtle-dove, or pelican, If she be not so to me, What care I how kind she be?
Page 83 - I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired ; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee ; How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Page 154 - Now the bright morning star, Day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose.