Three centuries of English poetry: selections from Chaucer to Herrick, with intr. and notes by R.O. MassonRosaline Orme Masson Macmillan and Company, 1876 - 391 էջ |
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... the golden skies : Would I were Heaven ! I would behold Thee then with all mine eyes . " Turberville . " And there that Shepherd of the Ocean is . " Spenser . " For of the soul the body form doth take GENERAL PREFACE . vii.
... the golden skies : Would I were Heaven ! I would behold Thee then with all mine eyes . " Turberville . " And there that Shepherd of the Ocean is . " Spenser . " For of the soul the body form doth take GENERAL PREFACE . vii.
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Rosaline Orme Masson. " For of the soul the body form doth take ; For soul is form , and doth the body make . " Spenser . " Let Gryll be Gryll , and have his hoggish mind . Spenser . " Then came October , full of merry glee ; For yet his ...
Rosaline Orme Masson. " For of the soul the body form doth take ; For soul is form , and doth the body make . " Spenser . " Let Gryll be Gryll , and have his hoggish mind . Spenser . " Then came October , full of merry glee ; For yet his ...
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... soul , like quiet palmer , Travels to the Land of Heaven , Over all the silver mountains Where do spring those nectar fountains . And I there will sweetly kiss The happy bowl of peaceful bliss , Drinking mine eternal fill , Flowing from ...
... soul , like quiet palmer , Travels to the Land of Heaven , Over all the silver mountains Where do spring those nectar fountains . And I there will sweetly kiss The happy bowl of peaceful bliss , Drinking mine eternal fill , Flowing from ...
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... Soul's Heaven 284 rature • • 310 A Poet's Complaint of ass his Poverty . The Song of Care 284 285 MICHAEL DRAYTON · 311 " Hunt's Up ! " in the Warwick- shire Woods • 312 THOMAS LODGE 286 The Thames and London in the Rosalind's Madrigal ...
... Soul's Heaven 284 rature • • 310 A Poet's Complaint of ass his Poverty . The Song of Care 284 285 MICHAEL DRAYTON · 311 " Hunt's Up ! " in the Warwick- shire Woods • 312 THOMAS LODGE 286 The Thames and London in the Rosalind's Madrigal ...
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... Soul · 337 WILLIAM DRUMMOND • Myself • 337 Sparks of Light . 338 My Wandering Thoughts . The Mourning Lute . . DR ... Soul's Progress from the Mandrake to the Sparrow The Song of the River to the 343 King 372 • 343 JOHN FORD · 373 Into a ...
... Soul · 337 WILLIAM DRUMMOND • Myself • 337 Sparks of Light . 338 My Wandering Thoughts . The Mourning Lute . . DR ... Soul's Progress from the Mandrake to the Sparrow The Song of the River to the 343 King 372 • 343 JOHN FORD · 373 Into a ...
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Էջ 331 - 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.
Էջ 387 - Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old time is still a-flying, And this same flower that smiles to-day, Tomorrow will be dying.
Էջ 356 - Yet must I not give Nature all; thy Art My gentle Shakespeare, must enjoy a part. For though the poet's matter nature be, His art doth give the fashion; and, that he Who casts to write a living line, must sweat, (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Upon the Muses...
Էջ 271 - Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon. My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.
Էջ 329 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Էջ 327 - Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune...
Էջ 274 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust!
Էջ 333 - Fear no more the heat o' the sun Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages; Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Էջ 324 - Time's glory is to calm contending kings, To unmask falsehood, and bring truth to light, To stamp the seal of time in aged things, To wake the morn, and sentinel the night, To wrong the wronger till he render right ; To ruinate proud buildings with thy hours, And smear with dust their glittering golden towers : 1 To fill with worm-holes stately monuments, To feed oblivion with decay of things, To blot old books, and alter their contents, To pluck the quills from ancient ravens...
Էջ 360 - Weep with me, all you that read This little story : And know, for whom a tear you shed Death's self is sorry. 'Twas a child that so did thrive In grace and feature, As heaven and nature seemed to strive Which owned the creature.