Melodies and Madrigals: Mostly from the Old English PoetsRichard Henry Stoddard |
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... Beauty . Song .. A Fragment Song Love's Philosophy .. Song . Song to May ....... Song to the Evening Star . Song . Dirge A Song .. SIR WALTER SCOTT 159 SIR WALTER SCOTT 159 ... LORD BYRON 160 JOHN KEATS 161 JOHN KEATS 162 PERCY BYSSHE ...
... Beauty . Song .. A Fragment Song Love's Philosophy .. Song . Song to May ....... Song to the Evening Star . Song . Dirge A Song .. SIR WALTER SCOTT 159 SIR WALTER SCOTT 159 ... LORD BYRON 160 JOHN KEATS 161 JOHN KEATS 162 PERCY BYSSHE ...
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... beauty passeth more The best of yours , I dare well sayen , Than doth the sun the candle light , Or brightest day the darkest night . And thereto hath a troth as just As had Penelope 2 III . SIR THOMAS WYATT I A Praise of his Love.
... beauty passeth more The best of yours , I dare well sayen , Than doth the sun the candle light , Or brightest day the darkest night . And thereto hath a troth as just As had Penelope 2 III . SIR THOMAS WYATT I A Praise of his Love.
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... beauty , It comes not from defect of love , But from excess of duty : IV . For , knowing that I sue to serve A saint of such perfection , As all defire , but none deserve , A place in her affection , I rather choose to want relief ...
... beauty , It comes not from defect of love , But from excess of duty : IV . For , knowing that I sue to serve A saint of such perfection , As all defire , but none deserve , A place in her affection , I rather choose to want relief ...
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... Beauty is but a flower , Which wrinkles will devour : Brightness falls from the air ; Queens have died young and fair : Duft hath closed Helen's eye : I am fick , I must die . Lord , have mercy on us ! Strength floops unto the grave ...
... Beauty is but a flower , Which wrinkles will devour : Brightness falls from the air ; Queens have died young and fair : Duft hath closed Helen's eye : I am fick , I must die . Lord , have mercy on us ! Strength floops unto the grave ...
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... beauty to behold : Or if you will not make my flesh a stone , Make her hard heart seem flesh , that now is none . WILBYE'S MADRIGALS . SPRING - SONG . [ 1598. ] I. IN pride of May The fields are gay , The birds do sweetly fing ; So ...
... beauty to behold : Or if you will not make my flesh a stone , Make her hard heart seem flesh , that now is none . WILBYE'S MADRIGALS . SPRING - SONG . [ 1598. ] I. IN pride of May The fields are gay , The birds do sweetly fing ; So ...
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arms beauty birds breath bright bring cheek dare dead dear death delight doth drink Earth eyes face fair fall fear fhall field figh fing fire fleep flowers ftill give gold golden gone grace grave green grief grow hair hand happy Hark hath head hear heart heaven HENRY hope hour JOHN keep kill kind kings kiss ladies leave Left light lips live look love thee Love's lover MADRIGALS maid meet mind mistress morn move never night notes once pity play poor pretty queen quiet rich rise ROBERT ROBERT HERRICK roses round smile SONG sorrow soul sound speak Spring sweet tears tell thee thine things THOMAS thou thought tree true unto WALLER weep WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wilt wind wine wings young
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Page 70 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend — This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall: Lord of himself, though not of lands, And, having nothing, yet hath all.
Page 154 - That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I : And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a...
Page 59 - Or the nard in the fire ? Or have tasted the bag of the bee ? O so white, O so soft, O so sweet is she!
Page 104 - Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Page 106 - ON A GIRDLE. That which her slender waist confined, Shall now my joyful temples bind ; No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer, My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass, and yet there Dwelt all that's good and all that's fair; Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.
Page 114 - 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 116 - GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, 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 once your prime, You may...
Page 24 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished! Reply, reply. It is engendered in the eyes. With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell.
Page 161 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Page 28 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.