The Golden Pomp: A Procession of English Lyrics from Surrey to ShirleyArthur Quiller-Couch |
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... Campion . LOVE'S HARVESTERS ALL ye that lovely lovers be Pray you for me : Lo here we come a - sowing , a - sowing , And sow sweet fruits of love ; In your sweet hearts well may it prove ! Lo here we come a - reaping , a - reaping , To ...
... Campion . LOVE'S HARVESTERS ALL ye that lovely lovers be Pray you for me : Lo here we come a - sowing , a - sowing , And sow sweet fruits of love ; In your sweet hearts well may it prove ! Lo here we come a - reaping , a - reaping , To ...
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... ; Sometimes hunt and sometimes hawk , And not ever sit and talk : If these and such - like you can bear , Then like and love , and never fear ! T. Campion . FANCY AND DESIRE 81 LXXXIV THUS saith my Chloris bright 80 THE GOLDEN POMP.
... ; Sometimes hunt and sometimes hawk , And not ever sit and talk : If these and such - like you can bear , Then like and love , and never fear ! T. Campion . FANCY AND DESIRE 81 LXXXIV THUS saith my Chloris bright 80 THE GOLDEN POMP.
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... Those sweet hours which we had pass'd , Call'd to mind , thy heart would burn ; And couldst thou fly ne'er so fast , They would make thee straight return . T. Campion . FIRST LOVE 85 LXXXVIII 2 SILLY boy , ' tis 73 THE GOLDEN POMP 84.
... Those sweet hours which we had pass'd , Call'd to mind , thy heart would burn ; And couldst thou fly ne'er so fast , They would make thee straight return . T. Campion . FIRST LOVE 85 LXXXVIII 2 SILLY boy , ' tis 73 THE GOLDEN POMP 84.
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... Campion . LXXXIX LOVE guards the roses of thy lips And flies about them like a bee ; If I approach he forward skips , And if I kiss he stingeth me . Love in thine eyes doth build his bower , And sleeps within his pretty shrine ; 1 And ...
... Campion . LXXXIX LOVE guards the roses of thy lips And flies about them like a bee ; If I approach he forward skips , And if I kiss he stingeth me . Love in thine eyes doth build his bower , And sleeps within his pretty shrine ; 1 And ...
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... here Which now thy tirèd lips must bear . Such a harvest never was So rich and full of pleasure , But ' tis spent as soon as reap'd , So trustless is Love's treasure . T. Campion . XCV TO ELECTRA I DARE not ask a kiss ,
... here Which now thy tirèd lips must bear . Such a harvest never was So rich and full of pleasure , But ' tis spent as soon as reap'd , So trustless is Love's treasure . T. Campion . XCV TO ELECTRA I DARE not ask a kiss ,
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Anon ANTHONY HOPE Author babe Baring Gould beauty birds Book of Airs bright Buckram Campion Corydon Crown 8vo cuckoo dear death delight dost doth E. F. BENSON earth England's Helicon English eyes fair fairy-queen fear flowers GILBERT PARKER GORDON BROWNE grace green Greensleeves grief H. C. BEECHING hath heart heaven heavenly Heigh Herrick honour JOHN KEBLE Jonson king kiss Lady leave light lips live look Lord Love's lovers lullaby Madrigals maid merry MESSRS METHUEN'S LIST mind morn never night nonny pity pleasure poem praise pretty Prisoner of Zenda Queen Raleigh rose Shakespeare shepherd sighs sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spring stanzas story swain tears Tereu thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought true love unto verse volume W. E. HENLEY W. G. COLLINGWOOD wanton weep wilt thou wind winter youth
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Page 277 - A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Page 22 - When daisies pied, and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds, of yellow hue, Do paint the meadows with delight ; The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he :Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Page 19 - Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'er-sways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
Page 116 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights ; Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Page 144 - 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 15 - GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying : And this same flower that smiles to-day To-morrow will be dying.
Page 105 - As it fell upon a day, In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made...
Page 123 - Philomel her voice shall raise ? You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own ; What are you when the rose is blown ? So, when my mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not design'd Th...
Page 41 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
Page 109 - We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ! As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew Ne'er to be found again.