English Lyric Poetry, 1500-1700Frederic Ives Carpenter |
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... golden cadence of Breton and Lyly and Peele is heard no more . Pastoral and song expand with the expand- ing content of life and thought less than other 1 Claimed by Dr. Grosart for Donne ; but variously ascribed also to Wotton , to ...
... golden cadence of Breton and Lyly and Peele is heard no more . Pastoral and song expand with the expand- ing content of life and thought less than other 1 Claimed by Dr. Grosart for Donne ; but variously ascribed also to Wotton , to ...
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... Poets . MY Girl , thou gazest much Upon the golden skies : Would I were Heaven , I would behold Thee then with all mine eyes . JAMES WEDDERBURN . ( 1500 ? -1565 ? ) GO GEORGE TURBERVILE . 9 GEORGE TURBERVILE- The Lover to his Lady,
... Poets . MY Girl , thou gazest much Upon the golden skies : Would I were Heaven , I would behold Thee then with all mine eyes . JAMES WEDDERBURN . ( 1500 ? -1565 ? ) GO GEORGE TURBERVILE . 9 GEORGE TURBERVILE- The Lover to his Lady,
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... golden hair In th ' ocean billows he hath bathed fair , Descended to the river's open viewing , With a great train ensuing . Above the rest were goodly to be seen Two gentle knights of lovely face and feature , Beseeming well the bower ...
... golden hair In th ' ocean billows he hath bathed fair , Descended to the river's open viewing , With a great train ensuing . Above the rest were goodly to be seen Two gentle knights of lovely face and feature , Beseeming well the bower ...
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... golden wire , Sprinkled with pearl , and pearling flowers atween , Do like a golden mantle her attire ; And , being crowned with a garland green , Seem like some maiden queen . Her modest eyes , abashed to behold So many gazers as on ...
... golden wire , Sprinkled with pearl , and pearling flowers atween , Do like a golden mantle her attire ; And , being crowned with a garland green , Seem like some maiden queen . Her modest eyes , abashed to behold So many gazers as on ...
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... golden crest Appear out of the East . Fair child of beauty ! glorious lamp of love ! That all the host of heaven in ranks dost lead , And guidest lovers through the night's sad dread , How cheerfully thou lookest from above , And seem ...
... golden crest Appear out of the East . Fair child of beauty ! glorious lamp of love ! That all the host of heaven in ranks dost lead , And guidest lovers through the night's sad dread , How cheerfully thou lookest from above , And seem ...
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A. B. Grosart beauty beauty's Ben Jonson birds blessed bliss Book of Airs bower breath bright bring the day Campion Castara Chorus clouds cuckoo dance dear death delight divine Donne dost doth E. K. Chambers earth echo ring edited Elizabethan England's Helicon EPITHALAMIUM eyes fair fairy fear flowers golden grace green Grosart grove H. F. Lyte happy Hark hath hear heart heaven heavenly honour Hymen HYMN king kiss Laius leave light live look Lord Love's lovers Lullaby lyric lyric poetry Madrigals Masque merrily merry mind ne'er never night nightingale nymphs o'er pleasure Poems poetic poetry Poets praise queen reprinted roses shepherd shine sigh sing sleep smile song SONNET sorrow soul spring stars Sweet Phosphor Sweet Spirit sweetly tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast Trilla unto verse W. C. Ward wanton weep Whilst wind 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.