The Golden Pomp: A Procession of English Lyrics from Surrey to ShirleyArthur Quiller-Couch |
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... Sleep , O Sleep ! ' from an Ode ( even though it be not a true Pindaric ) such as Spenser's Epithalamion , ' or a Ballad such as Drayton's ' Agincourt . " " The epoch of Italian influence upon English song - of that influence which ...
... Sleep , O Sleep ! ' from an Ode ( even though it be not a true Pindaric ) such as Spenser's Epithalamion , ' or a Ballad such as Drayton's ' Agincourt . " " The epoch of Italian influence upon English song - of that influence which ...
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... sleep ! The fairy - queen Proserpina Bids you awake and pity them that weep . You may do in the dark What the day doth forbid ; Fear not the dogs that bark , Night will have all hid . But if you let your lovers moan , The fairy - queen ...
... sleep ! The fairy - queen Proserpina Bids you awake and pity them that weep . You may do in the dark What the day doth forbid ; Fear not the dogs that bark , Night will have all hid . But if you let your lovers moan , The fairy - queen ...
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... sleep , such bliss , Beggars enjoy , when princes oft do miss . The homely house that harbours quiet rest , The cottage that affords nor pride nor care , The mean that ' grees with country music best , The sweet consort of mirth and ...
... sleep , such bliss , Beggars enjoy , when princes oft do miss . The homely house that harbours quiet rest , The cottage that affords nor pride nor care , The mean that ' grees with country music best , The sweet consort of mirth and ...
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... sleeps as sound As doth a king upon his beds of down ; More sounder too ; For cares cause kings full oft their sleep to spill , Where weary shepherds lie and snort their fill : Ah then , ah then , If country loves such sweet desires do ...
... sleeps as sound As doth a king upon his beds of down ; More sounder too ; For cares cause kings full oft their sleep to spill , Where weary shepherds lie and snort their fill : Ah then , ah then , If country loves such sweet desires do ...
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... sleep Like the sun's rising : She alone of her kind Knoweth true measure , And her unmatched mind Is heaven's treasure . On thy bank . Fair Dove and Derwent clear , Boast ye your beauties , To Trent your mistress here Yet pay your ...
... sleep Like the sun's rising : She alone of her kind Knoweth true measure , And her unmatched mind Is heaven's treasure . On thy bank . Fair Dove and Derwent clear , Boast ye your beauties , To Trent your mistress here Yet pay your ...
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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.