The Harvard Classics, Volume 40, Page 1P.F. Collier & Son Company, 1910 - Literature |
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beauty birds blest bliss bonny breast breath bright coude Cuckoo dear death dost doth earth eccho ring Enone eyes fair fayre fear flowers frae gentle give grace green hair happy hath HC XL heart heaven Heigh Hind Horn honour Hymen Johnn king Kirconnell kiss knyght kynge lady lero light little boy live livës joy Lord love's lovers lullaby lyke lyre Lytell merry mind mordre Muse nature's ne'er never night nymphs o'er passion pleasure pow'r praise pride proud Robyn Hode Rosaline roses sayd Robyn shalt shine sigh sing sleep smile song song of praise SONNET soul spring sweet tears tell thee theyr thine thing thou art thou hast thought thro tree trewely twa sisters Twas unto virtue waly waly wawking whan WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wilt wind wolde woods wyll youth
Popular passages
Page 273 - AMIENS' SONG BLOW, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh ho! sing heigh ho ! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh ho ! the holly 1
Page 274 - Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, Thou dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not. Heigh ho ! sing heigh ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh ho! the holly! This life is most jolly.
Page 410 - ON MILTON THREE poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpassed; The next in majesty; in both the last. The force of nature could no further go; To make a third, she joined the former two. MATTHEW PRIOR [1664-1721}
Page 352 - for Thy sake,' Will not grow bright and clean. A servant with this clause Makes drudgery divine; Who sweeps a room, as for Thy laws, This is the famous stone That turneth all to gold, For that which God doth touch and own Cannot for less be told.
Page 360 - The garlands wither on your brow; Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom in their dust 229 THE LAST
Page 272 - WHERE THE BEE SUCKS WHERE the bee sucks, there suck I: In a cowslip's bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly. After summer merrily: Merrily, merrily, shall I live now Under
Page 405 - I None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair. II Timotheus, plac'd on high Amid the tuneful choir, With flying fingers touch'd the lyre: The trembling notes ascend the sky, And heav'nly joys inspire. The song began from Jove, Who left his blissful seats above,
Page 343 - 205 ON THE COUNTESS DOWAGER OF PEMBROKE UNDERNEATH this sable herse Lies the subject of all verse: Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother: Death, ere thou hast slain another Fair and learn'd and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee. ROBERT HERRICK
Page 409 - Or both divide the crown; He rais'da mortal to the skies; She drew an angel down. GRAND CHORUS At last, divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the
Page 324 - PACK, CLOUDS, AWAY PACK, clouds, away, and welcome day, With night we banish sorrow; Sweet air, blow soft, mount, larks, aloft To give my Love good-morrow! Bird, prune thy wing, nightingale, sing, To give my Love good-morrow; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow. Wake from thy nest,