English Lyric Poetry, 1500-1700Frederic Ives Carpenter |
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... Night , The Man of Life Upright , A Hymn in Praise of Neptune , Winter Nights , The Charm , There is none , O none but you , Follow your Saint ! Rose - cheeked Laura , THOMAS CAREW- - 128 - · 128 · 129 · 130 130 131 132 132 · 133 134 ...
... Night , The Man of Life Upright , A Hymn in Praise of Neptune , Winter Nights , The Charm , There is none , O none but you , Follow your Saint ! Rose - cheeked Laura , THOMAS CAREW- - 128 - · 128 · 129 · 130 130 131 132 132 · 133 134 ...
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... Night Piece , Cherry Ripe , To Electra , Delight in Disorder , Upon Julia's Clothes , To the Rose , To Dianeme , This Age Best , Divination by a Daffodil , To the Virgins , To Blossoms , To Daffodils , To Violets , To Meadows ...
... Night Piece , Cherry Ripe , To Electra , Delight in Disorder , Upon Julia's Clothes , To the Rose , To Dianeme , This Age Best , Divination by a Daffodil , To the Virgins , To Blossoms , To Daffodils , To Violets , To Meadows ...
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... night dischargèd of all care , Where wine the wit may not oppress . The faithful wife , without debate1 ; Such sleeps as may beguile the night ; Contented with thine own estate , Ne wish for death , ne fear his might . SIR THOMAS WYATT ...
... night dischargèd of all care , Where wine the wit may not oppress . The faithful wife , without debate1 ; Such sleeps as may beguile the night ; Contented with thine own estate , Ne wish for death , ne fear his might . SIR THOMAS WYATT ...
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... night ; Go , heart , unto thy Saviour . Go , heart , to thy only remede , Descending from the heavenly tour , Thee to deliver from pain and deid1 : Go , heart , unto thy Saviour . Go , heart , right humble and full meek , Go , heart ...
... night ; Go , heart , unto thy Saviour . Go , heart , to thy only remede , Descending from the heavenly tour , Thee to deliver from pain and deid1 : Go , heart , unto thy Saviour . Go , heart , right humble and full meek , Go , heart ...
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... night's uncheerful damp , Do ye awake , and , with fresh lusty - hed , Go to the bower of my beloved love , My truest turtle dove ; Bid her awake ; for Hymen is awake , And long since ready forth his mask to move , With his bright tead1 ...
... night's uncheerful damp , Do ye awake , and , with fresh lusty - hed , Go to the bower of my beloved love , My truest turtle dove ; Bid her awake ; for Hymen is awake , And long since ready forth his mask to move , With his bright tead1 ...
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A. B. Grosart beauty beauty's Ben Jonson birds blessed bliss Book of Airs bower breath bright bring the day Campion Castara Chorus clouds cuckoo dance dear death delight divine Donne dost doth E. K. Chambers earth echo ring edited Elizabethan England's Helicon EPITHALAMIUM eyes fair fairy fear flowers golden grace green Grosart grove H. F. Lyte happy Hark hath hear heart heaven heavenly honour Hymen HYMN king kiss Laius leave light live look Lord Love's lovers Lullaby lyric lyric poetry Madrigals Masque merrily merry mind ne'er never night nightingale nymphs o'er pleasure Poems poetic poetry Poets praise queen reprinted roses shepherd shine sigh sing sleep smile song SONNET sorrow soul spring stars Sweet Phosphor Sweet Spirit sweetly tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast Trilla unto verse W. C. Ward wanton weep Whilst wind youth
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Page 223 - TELL me not, sweet, I am unkind, — That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field ; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you, too, shall adore ; I could not love thee, dear, so much. Loved I not honour more.
Page 85 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Page 190 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine ; Or what, though rare, of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage. But, O sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower ! Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes, as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made hell grant what love did seek...
Page 149 - How happy is he born and taught, That serveth not another's will! Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill...
Page 226 - 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.
Page 88 - 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 89 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave, doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow.
Page 150 - Who God doth late and early pray More of His grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a...
Page 85 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone ; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Page 81 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby ; Never harm, nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby.