Poetry of the English Renaissance, 1509-1660John William Hebel, Hoyt Hopewell Hudson |
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... grow , The boughs a bed of leaves upon thee shall bestow . But oh , he said , and therewith sighed full deep , The heav'ns , alas , too envious are grown , Because our fields thy presence from them keep ; For stones do grow where corn ...
... grow , The boughs a bed of leaves upon thee shall bestow . But oh , he said , and therewith sighed full deep , The heav'ns , alas , too envious are grown , Because our fields thy presence from them keep ; For stones do grow where corn ...
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... grow , And grow for thee ; who spares them here shall find A garland , where comes neither rain nor wind . The seed growing secretly S. Mark iv . 26 If this world's friends might see but once What some poor man may often feel , Glory ...
... grow , And grow for thee ; who spares them here shall find A garland , where comes neither rain nor wind . The seed growing secretly S. Mark iv . 26 If this world's friends might see but once What some poor man may often feel , Glory ...
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... grows . Figs there unplanted through the fields do grow , Such as fierce Cato did the Romans show , With the rare fruit inviting them to spoil Carthage , the mistress of so rich a soil . The naked rocks are not unfruitful there , But at ...
... grows . Figs there unplanted through the fields do grow , Such as fierce Cato did the Romans show , With the rare fruit inviting them to spoil Carthage , the mistress of so rich a soil . The naked rocks are not unfruitful there , But at ...
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beauty behold Ben Jonson birds blood bonny lass brave breast breath bright crown dance dead dear death delight divine dost doth earth epigrams eyes face fair fame fear fire flame flowers FRANCIS BEAUMONT give glory grace Greensleeves grief hand hath heart heaven honor Introduction and Notes JOHN FLETCHER'S JOHN HEYWOOD JOHN SKELTON king kiss lady light live look Lord love's lover lute Mary Ambree merry mind mirth mistress muse ne'er never night nought numbers nymph pain Petrarch play pleasure poems poetry poets poor praise queen quoth rest rhyme scorn shalt shepherds shine sighs sight sing SIR THOMAS WYATT Sith sleep smile sorrow soul spring stars sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought Tottel's miscellany true unto verse virtue wanton wassail weep whilst wind words youth