The Poets of the Elizabethan Age: A Selection of Their Most Celebrated Songs and SonnetsSampson Low, Son, & Company, 1862 - 83ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... enjoy, when princes oft do miss. The homely house that harbours quiet rest, The cottage that affords no pride nor care, The mean, that 'grees with country music best, The sweet consort of mirth's and music's fare. Obscured life sets ...
... enjoy, when princes oft do miss. The homely house that harbours quiet rest, The cottage that affords no pride nor care, The mean, that 'grees with country music best, The sweet consort of mirth's and music's fare. Obscured life sets ...
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... enjoy: In many frowns some gliding smiles She yields to more annoy. She woos thee to come near her fire, Yet doth she draw it from thee ; Far off she makes thy heart to fry, And yet to freeze within thee. She letteth fall some luring ...
... enjoy: In many frowns some gliding smiles She yields to more annoy. She woos thee to come near her fire, Yet doth she draw it from thee ; Far off she makes thy heart to fry, And yet to freeze within thee. She letteth fall some luring ...
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... enjoy such a sight, That they still were to run by her side, Through swords, through seas, whither she would ride. Do but look on her eyes, they do light All that love's world compriseth ! Do but look on her, she is bright As love's ...
... enjoy such a sight, That they still were to run by her side, Through swords, through seas, whither she would ride. Do but look on her eyes, they do light All that love's world compriseth ! Do but look on her, she is bright As love's ...
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... enjoy'd in Thee, What's earth, or sea, or air, or heaven to me ? The highest honours that the world can boast, Are subjects far too low for my desire ; The brightest beams of glory are (at most) But dying sparkles of Thy living fire ...
... enjoy'd in Thee, What's earth, or sea, or air, or heaven to me ? The highest honours that the world can boast, Are subjects far too low for my desire ; The brightest beams of glory are (at most) But dying sparkles of Thy living fire ...
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... enjoying thee. Thou never plough'd the ocean's foam, To seek and bring rough pepper home ; Nor to the eastern Ind dost rove, To bring from thence the scorched clove ; Nor, with the loss of thy lov'd rest, Bring'st home the ingot from ...
... enjoying thee. Thou never plough'd the ocean's foam, To seek and bring rough pepper home ; Nor to the eastern Ind dost rove, To bring from thence the scorched clove ; Nor, with the loss of thy lov'd rest, Bring'st home the ingot from ...
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45 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
23 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
29 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tell wit how much it wrangles In tickle points of niceness : Tell wisdom she entangles Herself in over-wiseness : And when they do reply, Straight give them both the lie.
20 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
24 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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. Thy belt of straw and ivy-buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, — All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy Love.
19 ÆäÀÌÁö - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.
46 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
28 ÆäÀÌÁö - Say to the court, it glows And shines like rotten wood; Say to the church, it shows What's good, and doth no good: If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie. Tell potentates, they live Acting by others' action, Not loved unless they give, Not strong but by affection.
36 ÆäÀÌÁö - SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must...