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... Eclogue joined with Carmela's , Page 55555 56 57 XXII . The Description of the Shepherd and his Wife , 59 8923 XXIII . The Shepherd's Wife's Song , XXIV . Content , 63 xxv . Philomela's Second Ode , 63 THOMAS LODGE- XXVI . The Solitary ...
... Eclogue joined with Carmela's , Page 55555 56 57 XXII . The Description of the Shepherd and his Wife , 59 8923 XXIII . The Shepherd's Wife's Song , XXIV . Content , 63 xxv . Philomela's Second Ode , 63 THOMAS LODGE- XXVI . The Solitary ...
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... Eclogue , · 153 · 157 WILLIAM BROWNE- LXXIX . Thirsis ' Praise of his Mistress , LXXX . A Landscape , 160 162 LXXXI . A Description of a Musical Consort of Birds , 163 LXXXII . Riot's Climbing of a Hill , · · LXXXIII . A Dirge , · 164 ...
... Eclogue , · 153 · 157 WILLIAM BROWNE- LXXIX . Thirsis ' Praise of his Mistress , LXXX . A Landscape , 160 162 LXXXI . A Description of a Musical Consort of Birds , 163 LXXXII . Riot's Climbing of a Hill , · · LXXXIII . A Dirge , · 164 ...
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... eclogue . Untouched by the spirit of the thing , he never thought how the full stream of bucolic poetry had overleaped those narrow banks , to make vocal with its murmuring the lyric meads and the tangled woods of comedy . Rightly to ...
... eclogue . Untouched by the spirit of the thing , he never thought how the full stream of bucolic poetry had overleaped those narrow banks , to make vocal with its murmuring the lyric meads and the tangled woods of comedy . Rightly to ...
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... eclogue of classical antiquity.2 From the beginning , it would appear , the Aryan shepherds who dwelt in the pastoral districts of Greece shared in some humble measure the gift of 1 A large number are collected by G. Ferrario , in ...
... eclogue of classical antiquity.2 From the beginning , it would appear , the Aryan shepherds who dwelt in the pastoral districts of Greece shared in some humble measure the gift of 1 A large number are collected by G. Ferrario , in ...
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... eclogue . It exactly hit the fancy of the humanists ; they relished its artificial ring , the opportunities 1 ... eclogues , see W. Y. Sellar , Roman Poets of the Augustan Age . 3 H. Schenkl , Calpurnii et Nemesiani Bucolica ( 1885 ) ...
... eclogue . It exactly hit the fancy of the humanists ; they relished its artificial ring , the opportunities 1 ... eclogues , see W. Y. Sellar , Roman Poets of the Augustan Age . 3 H. Schenkl , Calpurnii et Nemesiani Bucolica ( 1885 ) ...
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A. H. Bullen Arcadia Balliol College beauty birds bough bowers C. H. HERFORD Caelica Ceres cloth Colin College colour Corydon Crown 8vo Cuddy dance delight doth E. K. CHAMBERS earth Eclogue Edited England's Helicon English eyes F'cap 8vo fair flocks flowers Four Parts 4to garlands gentle golden grace green groves hath hear heart heaven hills Hobbinol honour JEROME HARRISON king kiss lambs lass leaves Let thy swans lilies live Lobbin Clout love's lovers Lubberkin Lycidas maid Makyne Melanthus merry morn mountains mourn Muses music Along let never Nico night nymphs o'er pastoral Patie Phillida Phillis Phoebus pipe plain play poems pretty queen rose shade sheep shepherd shepherdess sighs song sorrow Spenser sport spring swain sweet tears tell thee Theocritus thine thou thy bank thy swans sing Thyrsis tree tune unto volume wanton wawking Whilst wind woods youth
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Page 93 - Yet nature is made better by no mean But nature makes that mean : so, over that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Page 195 - That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring ; Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string. Hence with denial vain, and coy excuse ; So may some gentle Muse With lucky words favour my destined urn ; 20 And as he passes turn, And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud.
Page 197 - O fountain Arethuse, and thou honoured flood, Smooth-sliding Mincius, crowned with vocal reeds, That strain I heard was of a higher mood. But now my oat proceeds, And listens to the Herald of the Sea, That came in Neptune's plea.
Page 89 - When daisies pied, and violets blue. And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue, Do paint the meadows with delight. The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he., Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Page 72 - Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity : 'Fie, fie, fie...
Page 91 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding: Sweet lovers love the spring.
Page 194 - Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. 5 Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due...
Page 76 - 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.
Page 196 - Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream : Ah me ! I fondly dream, Had ye been there...
Page 93 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's wagon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets, dim But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can...