Poetry of the English Renaissance, 1509-1660John William Hebel, Hoyt Hopewell Hudson |
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... Muse , away ! And come , Urania , prophetess divine ! Come , Muse of heav'n , my burning thirst allay ! Even now for want of sacred drink I tine ; In heav'nly moisture dip this pen of mine , And let my mouth with nectar overflow , For I ...
... Muse , away ! And come , Urania , prophetess divine ! Come , Muse of heav'n , my burning thirst allay ! Even now for want of sacred drink I tine ; In heav'nly moisture dip this pen of mine , And let my mouth with nectar overflow , For I ...
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... muse enharbors Horace ' vein , Then some Augustus give thee Horace ' merit ; And thine , embuskined Jonson , doth retain So rich a style and wondrous gallant spirit That , if to praise your muses I desired , My muse would muse . Such ...
... muse enharbors Horace ' vein , Then some Augustus give thee Horace ' merit ; And thine , embuskined Jonson , doth retain So rich a style and wondrous gallant spirit That , if to praise your muses I desired , My muse would muse . Such ...
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... muse's passage beat , Where weeping rocks my harder fates lament And shuddering woods whisper my discontent . What wonder , then , my numbers , that have rolled Like streams of Tigris , run so slow and cold ? To Shakespeare Thy muse's ...
... muse's passage beat , Where weeping rocks my harder fates lament And shuddering woods whisper my discontent . What wonder , then , my numbers , that have rolled Like streams of Tigris , run so slow and cold ? To Shakespeare Thy muse's ...
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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