The Poets of the Elizabethan Age: A Selection of Their Most Celebrated Songs and SonnetsSampson Low, Son, & Company, 1862 - 83ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... head on the pale ; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings ; The fishes flete with new-repaired scale ; The adder all her slough away she slings ; The swift swallow pursueth the flies smale ; The busy bee her honey now she mings ...
... head on the pale ; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings ; The fishes flete with new-repaired scale ; The adder all her slough away she slings ; The swift swallow pursueth the flies smale ; The busy bee her honey now she mings ...
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... head. And if these things, as being thine by right, Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me Livelier than elsewhere Stella's image see. Having this day my horse, my hand my lance Guided so well, that I obtain'd the prize, Both by the ...
... head. And if these things, as being thine by right, Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me Livelier than elsewhere Stella's image see. Having this day my horse, my hand my lance Guided so well, that I obtain'd the prize, Both by the ...
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... head to heel : Come, buy of me, come ; come buy, come buy Buy, lads, or else your lasses cry. William Shakespeare. CRABBED AGE AND YOUTH. Crabbed age and youth Cannot live. 3.3 Some glory in their Birth William Shakespeare The Pedlar's ...
... head to heel : Come, buy of me, come ; come buy, come buy Buy, lads, or else your lasses cry. William Shakespeare. CRABBED AGE AND YOUTH. Crabbed age and youth Cannot live. 3.3 Some glory in their Birth William Shakespeare The Pedlar's ...
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... head out of the winter's wave, No sooner doth the earth her flowery bosom brave, At such time as the year brings on the pleasant spring, But hunts-up to the morn the feath'red sylvans sing : And in the lower grove, as on the rising ...
... head out of the winter's wave, No sooner doth the earth her flowery bosom brave, At such time as the year brings on the pleasant spring, But hunts-up to the morn the feath'red sylvans sing : And in the lower grove, as on the rising ...
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... thick exhaled fogs his golden head hath run, And through the twisted tops of our close covert creeps To kiss the gentle shade, this while that sweetly sleeps. Michael Drayton. the lie. Go, soul, the body's guest, Upon a thankless 47.
... thick exhaled fogs his golden head hath run, And through the twisted tops of our close covert creeps To kiss the gentle shade, this while that sweetly sleeps. Michael Drayton. the lie. Go, soul, the body's guest, Upon a thankless 47.
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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...