The Book of Elizabethan VerseWilliam Stanley Braithwaite |
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... turn to rain of late repent , By course of changèd winds . The top of hope supposed The root of ruth will be , And fruitless all their graffèd guiles , As shortly ye shall see . Then dazzled eyes with pride , Which great ambition blinds ...
... turn to rain of late repent , By course of changèd winds . The top of hope supposed The root of ruth will be , And fruitless all their graffèd guiles , As shortly ye shall see . Then dazzled eyes with pride , Which great ambition blinds ...
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... Turning mortal for thy love . " W. Shakespeare To Blossoms FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree , Why do ye fall so fast ? Your date is not so past But you may stay yet here awhile To blush and gently smile , And go at last . What ! were ye ...
... Turning mortal for thy love . " W. Shakespeare To Blossoms FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree , Why do ye fall so fast ? Your date is not so past But you may stay yet here awhile To blush and gently smile , And go at last . What ! were ye ...
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... turns a street , each street a park , Made green and trimm'd with trees ! see how Devotion gives each house a bough Or branch ! each porch , each door , ere this , An ark , a tabernacle is , Made up of white - thorn neatly interwove ...
... turns a street , each street a park , Made green and trimm'd with trees ! see how Devotion gives each house a bough Or branch ! each porch , each door , ere this , An ark , a tabernacle is , Made up of white - thorn neatly interwove ...
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... In woods delights consorting . Turn again , my dearest ! The pleasant'st air's in meadows ; Else by the rivers let us breathe , And kiss amongst the willows . Anon . Anon . 33 . Is The Merry Month of May S not 29 ELIZABETHAN VERSE.
... In woods delights consorting . Turn again , my dearest ! The pleasant'st air's in meadows ; Else by the rivers let us breathe , And kiss amongst the willows . Anon . Anon . 33 . Is The Merry Month of May S not 29 ELIZABETHAN VERSE.
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... turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat , S. Daniel Come hither , come hither , come hither : Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather . Who doth ambition shun , And loves to live i 36 THE BOOK OF.
... turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat , S. Daniel Come hither , come hither , come hither : Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather . Who doth ambition shun , And loves to live i 36 THE BOOK OF.
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Page 641 - 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. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...
Page 657 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Page 201 - Go, lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Page 550 - 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 59 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring.
Page 401 - Orpheus with his lute made trees. And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung ; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring.
Page 536 - 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 die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly...
Page 440 - 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.
Page 639 - Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 45 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.