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... grace of fancy , uncommon wit , originality , and real music of expression in that they are the sister products of the obscure and intricate musings and the often eccentric didac- ticism of Mustapha and Alaham . Of Daniel , a ...
... grace of fancy , uncommon wit , originality , and real music of expression in that they are the sister products of the obscure and intricate musings and the often eccentric didac- ticism of Mustapha and Alaham . Of Daniel , a ...
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... grace and ease of expression , the same mastery of effect combined with a complete absence of effort that form the distinctive traits of his dramatic works . Fletcher is not startling , nor very original perhaps , but he has done what ...
... grace and ease of expression , the same mastery of effect combined with a complete absence of effort that form the distinctive traits of his dramatic works . Fletcher is not startling , nor very original perhaps , but he has done what ...
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... grace . She hath left me here all alone , All alone , as unknown , Who sometimes did me lead with herself , And me loved as her own . What's the cause that she leaves you alone , And a new way doth take , Who loved you once as her own ...
... grace . She hath left me here all alone , All alone , as unknown , Who sometimes did me lead with herself , And me loved as her own . What's the cause that she leaves you alone , And a new way doth take , Who loved you once as her own ...
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... grace is such , that when it chides doth cherish ! To you , to you , all song of praise is due , Only through you the tree of life doth flourish . Who hath the hand , which without stroke subdueth ! Who long - dead beauty with increase ...
... grace is such , that when it chides doth cherish ! To you , to you , all song of praise is due , Only through you the tree of life doth flourish . Who hath the hand , which without stroke subdueth ! Who long - dead beauty with increase ...
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... grace , To me , that feel the like , thy state descries . Then ev'n of fellowship , O moon , tell me , Is constant love deemed there but want of wit ? Are beauties there as proud as here they be ' Do they above love to be loved , and ...
... grace , To me , that feel the like , thy state descries . Then ev'n of fellowship , O moon , tell me , Is constant love deemed there but want of wit ? Are beauties there as proud as here they be ' Do they above love to be loved , and ...
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Astrophel and Stella Beaumont beauty BEN JONSON birds Breton bright Bullen Campion couplet Daniel Davison death delight Dirge Donne doth Drayton Drummond earth edition Elizabethan Elizabethan lyric England's Helicon English eyes fair fear Fleay Fletcher flowers Francis Beaumont golden grace Gram green Grosart hath heart heaven honor Italian JOHN FLETCHER Jonson kiss lady literary literature live Love's lovers Lyrics from Elizabethan lyrists madrigal Mailing price metre metrical Michael Drayton mistress Muse never NICHOLAS BRETON night nonny passion pastoral Philip Rosseter Phyllis play pleasure poem poetry poets praise pretty Professor prose quatorzain Queen rimes SAMUEL DANIEL sense Shakespeare shepherd Sidney sighs sing sleep Song Books sonnet sorrow soul Spenser stanza tercets thee Thomas THOMAS CAMPION THOMAS DEKKER thou art thought trochaic unto verse wanton weep whilst WILLIAM WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE words writing written ΙΟ
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Page xix - My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses...
Page 154 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
Page 122 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming ? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Page 86 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Page 151 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face; That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Page 133 - I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be; But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee!
Page 128 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Page 43 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When...
Page 53 - Strength stoops unto the grave, Worms feed on Hector brave; Swords may not fight with fate; Earth still holds ope her gate; Come, come!
Page 84 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.