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... thee only honoring ; My guide , my god , my victor , and my king : Till then , drad Lord ! vouchsafe to take of me This simple song , thus fram'd in praise of thee . 305 308 AN HYMNE IN HONOUR OF BEAUTIE . AH ! whither 16 HYMNES .
... thee only honoring ; My guide , my god , my victor , and my king : Till then , drad Lord ! vouchsafe to take of me This simple song , thus fram'd in praise of thee . 305 308 AN HYMNE IN HONOUR OF BEAUTIE . AH ! whither 16 HYMNES .
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... song : The seates and benches shone as yvorie , And hundred Nymphes sate side by side about ; When from nigh hills , with hideous outcrie , A troupe of Satyres in the place did rout , Which with their villeine feete the streame did ray ...
... song : The seates and benches shone as yvorie , And hundred Nymphes sate side by side about ; When from nigh hills , with hideous outcrie , A troupe of Satyres in the place did rout , Which with their villeine feete the streame did ray ...
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... with dainty gemmes , Fit to decke maydens bowres , 15 And crowne their paramours Against the brydale day , which is not long : Sweet Themmes ! runne softly , till I end my song . There , in a meadow , by the rivers side.
... with dainty gemmes , Fit to decke maydens bowres , 15 And crowne their paramours Against the brydale day , which is not long : Sweet Themmes ! runne softly , till I end my song . There , in a meadow , by the rivers side.
Page 126
... song . With that I saw two Swannes of goodly hewe Come softly swimming downe along the lee ; Two fairer birds I yet did never see ; The snow , which doth the top of Pindus strew , 40 i Did never whiter shew , Nor Jove himselfe , when he ...
... song . With that I saw two Swannes of goodly hewe Come softly swimming downe along the lee ; Two fairer birds I yet did never see ; The snow , which doth the top of Pindus strew , 40 i Did never whiter shew , Nor Jove himselfe , when he ...
Page 127
... song . 56 Eftsoones the Nymphes , which now had flowers their fill , Ran all in haste to see that silver brood , As they came floating on the cristal flood ; Whom when they sawe , they stood amazed still , Their wondring eyes to fill ...
... song . 56 Eftsoones the Nymphes , which now had flowers their fill , Ran all in haste to see that silver brood , As they came floating on the cristal flood ; Whom when they sawe , they stood amazed still , Their wondring eyes to fill ...
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Arthur Gorges aspyre Astrophill beasts beautie behold bowre brave brest bright celestiall cleave asunder cruell deare death delight devize dight doest dolefull doth dreadfull earth earthly eccho ring eternall eyes face faire falconry farre fayre feare flowres foorth Foxe fyre gentle glorie glorious goodly grace griefe grone happie hart hath heart heaven heavenly hight himselfe honour Hymen immortall ioyes ioyous LADIE lament light live Lord LYCON lyke mightie mortall mourne Muses mynd never night noble nought Nymphes paine plaint pleasure powre praid praise prayses pride rest Rome sacred Sapience scorne seeke seem'd selfe shee shepheards shew shyning sight sing Sith skie song sorrow soule spide spoyle spright sunne sweet teares thee thereof theyr things thou thought twixt unto vaine vertue weene weepe Whilest whilome wight wings wize wont woods wretched
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Page 137 - Sun, shew forth thy favourable ray, And let thy lifull heat not fervent be, For feare of burning her sunshyny face, Her beauty to disgrace.
Page 138 - Arysing forth to run her mighty race, Clad all in white, that seems a Virgin best. So well it her beseems, that ye would weene Some Angell she had beene.
Page 138 - Upon the lowly ground affixed are; Ne dare lift up her countenance too bold, But blush to heare her prayses sung so loud, So farre from being proud.
Page 284 - Doth rather choose to sit in idle Cell, Than so himselfe to mockerie to sell. So am I made the servant of the manie, And laughing stocke of all that list to scorne, Not honored nor cared for of anie...
Page 136 - T' awayt the comming of your joyous make, And hearken to the birds love-learned song, The deawy leaves among? For they of joy and pleasance to you sing, That all the woods them answer, and...
Page 139 - Why stand ye still ye virgins in amaze, Upon her so to gaze, Whiles ye forget your former lay to sing, To which the woods did answer, and your eccho ring?
Page 48 - Their joy, their comfort, their desire, their gaine, Is fixed all on that which now they see, All other sights but fayned shadowes bee.
Page 172 - Out of her course doth wander far astray; So I, whose star, that wont with her bright ray Me to direct, with clouds is overcast, Do wander now, in darkness and dismay, Through hidden perils round about me placed.
Page 141 - The more they on it stare. But her sad eyes, still fastened on the ground, Are governed with goodly modesty, That suffers not one look to glance awry Which may let in a little thought unsound.
Page 283 - And he, the man whom Nature selfe had made To mock her selfe, and truth to imitate, With kindly counter* under mimick shade, Our pleasant Willy, ah! is dead of late: With whom all ioy and iolly meriment Is also deaded, and in dolour drent**.