Rare Poems of the 16th and 17th CentWm. J. Linton 1883 - 264 pages |
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... POOR MARINERS 208 MELISMATA 1611 THE THREE RAVENS PILKINGTON'S MADRIGALS 1612 HAVE I FOUND HER ? 209 ENGLAND'S HELICON 1600 PHILLIDA AND CORYDON BEAUTY SAT BATHING 210 212 DAVISON'S POETICAL RHAPSODY 1602 WHERE HIS LADY KEEPS HER HEART ...
... POOR MARINERS 208 MELISMATA 1611 THE THREE RAVENS PILKINGTON'S MADRIGALS 1612 HAVE I FOUND HER ? 209 ENGLAND'S HELICON 1600 PHILLIDA AND CORYDON BEAUTY SAT BATHING 210 212 DAVISON'S POETICAL RHAPSODY 1602 WHERE HIS LADY KEEPS HER HEART ...
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... Poor thanks their gift ; Some , meaning well , In debt do live , And can not tell Where else to shift . Some knock , and fain Would ope the door , To learn the vain Good turn to praise ; Some shew poor face , And be but poor , Yet have ...
... Poor thanks their gift ; Some , meaning well , In debt do live , And can not tell Where else to shift . Some knock , and fain Would ope the door , To learn the vain Good turn to praise ; Some shew poor face , And be but poor , Yet have ...
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... poor babes their death in birth do find . And now my pen these lines had dashed quite , But that they stopp'd his fury from the same Because their fore - front bare sweet Stella's name . ALAS ! have I not pain enough , my friend ! Upon ...
... poor babes their death in birth do find . And now my pen these lines had dashed quite , But that they stopp'd his fury from the same Because their fore - front bare sweet Stella's name . ALAS ! have I not pain enough , my friend ! Upon ...
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... fly that which they fain would have : As this poor beast , who did his rest forsake , Thinking not why but how himself to save . Even thus might I , for doubts which I conceive SIR EDWARD DYER [1550? — 1607] THE FRIEND'S REMONSTRANCE.
... fly that which they fain would have : As this poor beast , who did his rest forsake , Thinking not why but how himself to save . Even thus might I , for doubts which I conceive SIR EDWARD DYER [1550? — 1607] THE FRIEND'S REMONSTRANCE.
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... poor man ! with many a trampling tear , I feel him wound the fore - horse of my heart . What , do I love ? O no , I do but talk ; What , shall I die for love ? O no , not so ; What , am I dead ? O no , my tongue doth walk : Come kiss ...
... poor man ! with many a trampling tear , I feel him wound the fore - horse of my heart . What , do I love ? O no , I do but talk ; What , shall I die for love ? O no , not so ; What , am I dead ? O no , my tongue doth walk : Come kiss ...
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
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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.