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... flowering vine . We may say of the poets that employ this manner that they are worshippers of beauty rather than students of beauty's laws ; ornate in their expression of the type , dwelling on detail in thought and image lovingly ...
... flowering vine . We may say of the poets that employ this manner that they are worshippers of beauty rather than students of beauty's laws ; ornate in their expression of the type , dwelling on detail in thought and image lovingly ...
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... flowers and fair maids are ' nature ' in the sense employed by every one . But Carew also can compass ' nature ' in this narrower sense and sing charmingly of the quickening approach of spring , which 6 wakes in hollow tree The drowsy ...
... flowers and fair maids are ' nature ' in the sense employed by every one . But Carew also can compass ' nature ' in this narrower sense and sing charmingly of the quickening approach of spring , which 6 wakes in hollow tree The drowsy ...
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... flowers , " the odors of spicery than the " essences of jessamine . " Yet , granting this limitation , which is the more apparent if we consider Herrick's charming folklore or " paganism of the country side , " his prevailing eroticism ...
... flowers , " the odors of spicery than the " essences of jessamine . " Yet , granting this limitation , which is the more apparent if we consider Herrick's charming folklore or " paganism of the country side , " his prevailing eroticism ...
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... flower , yet not confound ; The primrose - drop , the spring's own spouse , Bright day's - eyes and the lips of cows , The garden - star , the queen of May , The rose , to crown the holiday . Drop , drop , you violets ; change your hues ...
... flower , yet not confound ; The primrose - drop , the spring's own spouse , Bright day's - eyes and the lips of cows , The garden - star , the queen of May , The rose , to crown the holiday . Drop , drop , you violets ; change your hues ...
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... flowers The time allows ; Come , nymphs , decked in your dangling hair , And unto Sylvia's shady bower With haste repair ; Where you shall see chaste turtles play , And nightingales make lasting May , As if old Time his useful mind To ...
... flowers The time allows ; Come , nymphs , decked in your dangling hair , And unto Sylvia's shady bower With haste repair ; Where you shall see chaste turtles play , And nightingales make lasting May , As if old Time his useful mind To ...
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Amoret appears beauty Ben Jonson bright Carew Castara century Charles Charles Cotton charming Clorinda conceit Cowley Crashaw crown Dean Prior dear death delight devotional Donne Donne's dost doth earth edition EDMUND WALLER Elizabethan Lyrics English eyes face fair fate flame flowers glory grace Grosart hast hath heart heaven Herbert Herrick Hesperides JAMES SHIRLEY Jasper Mayne JOHN DRYDEN JOHN MILTON Jonson King kiss Lady light literature live Lord Love's lover Milton mistress night passion Pattison Phyllis play poem poetical poetry poets praise prose Quarles Queen reads reign RICHARD CRASHAW ROBERT HERRICK rose Sandys sense shade sing smile SONG sonnet soul Spenser spring stanza stars stay sweet baby sleep tears thee thine things Thomas Carew THOMAS FLATMAN thou thought Thyrsis unto Vaughan verse Waller whilst WILLIAM HABINGTON wings Wit's Recreations Wither word written youth ΙΟ
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Page 217 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man.
Page 134 - WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates — When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Page xii - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Page 275 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Page 23 - Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven ; All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.
Page 244 - There is a gentle nymph not far from hence, That with moist curb sways the smooth Severn stream: Sabrina is her name: a virgin pure; Whilom she was the daughter of Locrine, That had the sceptre from his father Brute. She, guiltless damsel, flying the mad pursuit Of her enraged stepdame, Guendolen, 830 Commended her fair innocence to the flood That stayed her flight with his cross-flowing course. The water-nymphs, that in the bottom played, Held up their pearled wrists, and took her in, Bearing her...
Page 159 - Let us roll all our strength and all Our sweetness up into one ball, And tear our pleasures with rough strife Thorough the iron gates of life.
Page 169 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know At first sight if the bird be flown ; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown.
Page 21 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth and youth and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Page 89 - 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.