Rare Poems of the 16th and 17th CentWm. J. Linton 1883 - 264 pages |
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... Fear not , else none can us spy : Take me to thee , and thee to me ! " No , no , no , no , my Dear ! let be ! " That you heard was but a mouse ; Dumb sleep holdeth all the house ; Yet asleep , methinks they say — Young fools ! take time ...
... Fear not , else none can us spy : Take me to thee , and thee to me ! " No , no , no , no , my Dear ! let be ! " That you heard was but a mouse ; Dumb sleep holdeth all the house ; Yet asleep , methinks they say — Young fools ! take time ...
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... fears to try Learns his Mistress to deny . Doth she chide thee ? ' tis to show it That thy coldness makes her do it ; Is she silent ? is she mute ? Silence fully grants thy suit ; Doth she pout and leave the room ? Then she goes to bid ...
... fears to try Learns his Mistress to deny . Doth she chide thee ? ' tis to show it That thy coldness makes her do it ; Is she silent ? is she mute ? Silence fully grants thy suit ; Doth she pout and leave the room ? Then she goes to bid ...
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... fear'd , thus from himself he fled , Deeming strange ill in that he did not know . Such causeless fears when coward minds do take , It makes them fly that which they fain would have : As this poor beast , who did his rest forsake ...
... fear'd , thus from himself he fled , Deeming strange ill in that he did not know . Such causeless fears when coward minds do take , It makes them fly that which they fain would have : As this poor beast , who did his rest forsake ...
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... fear of may - be , leave The sweet pursuit of my desirèd prey . Better like I thy Satyr , dearest Dyer ! Who burn'd his lips to kiss fair shining fire . Philip Sidney . THOMAS WATSON ON SIDNEY'S DEATH LONG with vain complaining , Hwith ...
... fear of may - be , leave The sweet pursuit of my desirèd prey . Better like I thy Satyr , dearest Dyer ! Who burn'd his lips to kiss fair shining fire . Philip Sidney . THOMAS WATSON ON SIDNEY'S DEATH LONG with vain complaining , Hwith ...
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... fear thou shoot amiss , For fear too keen Thy arrows been And hit the heart where my Beloved is ! Too fair that fortune were , nor never I Shall be so blest Among the rest , That Love shall seize on her by sympathy : Then since with ...
... fear thou shoot amiss , For fear too keen Thy arrows been And hit the heart where my Beloved is ! Too fair that fortune were , nor never I Shall be so blest Among the rest , That Love shall seize on her by sympathy : Then since with ...
Common terms and phrases
adieu AMETAS Anthony Munday barley-break beauty beauty's beggars bel ami bright CARMELA CLORINDA CORYDON Cynthia dainty DAMON dare dear death delight desire Diana disdain doth earth Ellis England's Helicon EPITHALAMIUM eyes fair faith Fancy fear fire flame flowers Folly Fortune golden golden morning breaks grace grief hast hath heart heaven hope joys keep kiss Lady light lips live Loue love anew love true Love's lover Lycoris MADRIGALS methinks mind mirth Mistress N'oserez-vous ne'er never night nought Nymphs pain PHILISTUS Phillada flouts PHILLIDA play pleasure poems poet poor praise pride RICHARD BROME scorn shepherd shine sigh sight sing sleep smile SONG Sonnets sorrow soul Spring stanza stars stay sweet Love tears thee thine thing THOMAS NABBES thou dost Thou lovest amiss Thou must begin thoughts three Ravens TOTTEL'S MISCELLANY tree true love unto untrue Love virtue weep
Popular passages
Page 112 - Her finger was so small, the ring Would not stay on which they did bring, It was too wide a peck : And to say truth, for out it must, ' It look'd like the great collar, just, About our young colt's neck. Her feet beneath her petticoat, Like little mice stole in and out...
Page 202 - THERE is a Lady sweet and kind, Was never face so pleased my mind; I did but see her passing by, And yet I love her till I die.
Page 42 - Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content ; The quiet mind is richer than a crown ; Sweet are the nights in careless slumber spent ; The poor estate scorns fortune's angry frown : Such sweet content, such minds, such sleep, such bliss, Beggars enjoy, when princes 6ft do miss.
Page 16 - Only joy, now here you are, Fit to hear and ease my care; Let my whispering voice obtain Sweet reward for sharpest pain; Take me to thee, and thee to me. "No, no, no, no, my dear, let be.
Page 87 - Hark, now everything is still, The screech-owl and the whistler shrill Call upon our dame aloud, And bid her quickly don her shroud...
Page 36 - As fresh as bin the flowers in May, And of my love my roundelay, My merry, merry, merry roundelay, Concludes with Cupid's curse, — They that do change old love for new, Pray Gods they change for worse ! Ambo simul They that do change, etc.
Page 182 - Weep you no more, sad fountains; What need you flow so fast? Look how the snowy mountains Heaven's sun doth gently waste! But my sun's heavenly eyes, View not your weeping, That now lies sleeping Softly, now softly lies Sleeping.
Page 56 - tis my outward soul, Viceroy to that, which then to heaven being gone, Will leave this to control, And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution.
Page 131 - Yet this is she whose chaster laws The wanton Love shall one day fear, And, under her command severe, See his bow broke and ensigns torn. Happy, who can Appease this virtuous enemy of man!
Page 91 - TO DAISIES, NOT TO SHUT SO SOON SHUT not so soon ; the dull-eyed night Has not as yet begun To make a seizure on the light, Or to seal up the sun. No marigolds yet closed are, — No shadows great appear ; Nor doth the early shepherd's star Shine like a spangle here. Stay but till my Julia close Her life-begetting eye, And let the whole world then dispose Itself to live or die.