English Lyric Poetry, 1500-1700 |
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acted appear beauty birds blessed Book breath bright bring comes Content dear death delight dost doth earth echo edited Elizabethan English eyes face fair fall fear fire flowers give golden grace green grow hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven heavenly honour hour keep kind king kiss leave Library light live look Lord Love's lovers Lullaby lyric merry mind move never night once perfect play pleasure Poems poetic poetry Poets praise pure queen rest ring roses sense shepherd sigh sight sing sleep smile song SONNET soul spirit spring stars stay sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thou art thought true turn unto verse weep wind woods youth
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Page 223 - TELL me not, sweet, I am unkind, — That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field ; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you, too, shall adore ; I could not love thee, dear, so much. Loved I not honour more.
Page 85 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Page 190 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine ; Or what, though rare, of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage. But, O sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower ! Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes, as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made hell grant what love did seek...
Page 149 - How happy is he born and taught, That serveth not another's will! Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill...
Page 226 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives, creep to death.
Page 88 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Page 89 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave, doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow.
Page 150 - Who God doth late and early pray More of His grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a...
Page 85 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone ; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Page 81 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby ; Never harm, nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby.
Bibliographic information
| Title | English Lyric Poetry, 1500-1700 Standard English classics The Warwick library [of English literature] ed. by C. H. Herford The Warwick library of English literature Warwick library of English literature ed. by C.H.Herford Warwick library |
| Editor | Frederic Ives Carpenter |
| Contributor | Frederic Ives Carpenter |
| Publisher | Blackie & son, limited, 1897 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 8 Nov 2007 |
| Length | 276 pages |
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