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... bear that great queen's name . That she had some knowledge of Latin and Greek we know , and that she spoke several modern languages with some degree of fluency . It has however , been justly claimed by one of the most accomplished of ...
... bear that great queen's name . That she had some knowledge of Latin and Greek we know , and that she spoke several modern languages with some degree of fluency . It has however , been justly claimed by one of the most accomplished of ...
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... bears the bell For clearness , for clearness , Beyond the nymphs that be so bright . Phyl . Had my Corydon , my Corydon , Been , alack ! her swain Cor . Had my lovely one , my lovely one , Been in Ida plain- Phyl . Cynthia Endymion had ...
... bears the bell For clearness , for clearness , Beyond the nymphs that be so bright . Phyl . Had my Corydon , my Corydon , Been , alack ! her swain Cor . Had my lovely one , my lovely one , Been in Ida plain- Phyl . Cynthia Endymion had ...
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... framed of flint ! Therefore my harvest in the grass bears grain ; The rock will wear , washed with a winter's rain . R. Greene 19 . O To Aurora IF thou knew'st how thou 15 ELIZABETHAN VERSE The lark that tirra-lirra chants, ...
... framed of flint ! Therefore my harvest in the grass bears grain ; The rock will wear , washed with a winter's rain . R. Greene 19 . O To Aurora IF thou knew'st how thou 15 ELIZABETHAN VERSE The lark that tirra-lirra chants, ...
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... bear the burthen of thy griefs alone ; No , I would have my share in what were thine . And whilst we thus should make our sorrows one , This happy harmony would make them none . 20 . O W. Alexander , Earl of Stirling Aurora HAPPY Tithon ...
... bear the burthen of thy griefs alone ; No , I would have my share in what were thine . And whilst we thus should make our sorrows one , This happy harmony would make them none . 20 . O W. Alexander , Earl of Stirling Aurora HAPPY Tithon ...
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... bear away The richer cowslips home . You've heard them sweetly sing , And seen them in a round : Each virgin like a spring , With honeysuckles crowned . But now we see none here Whose silvery feet did tread And with dishevelled hair ...
... bear away The richer cowslips home . You've heard them sweetly sing , And seen them in a round : Each virgin like a spring , With honeysuckles crowned . But now we see none here Whose silvery feet did tread And with dishevelled hair ...
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Page 424 - GOING TO THE WARS 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 442 - 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 561 - Tu-whit, 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 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.
Page 552 - 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 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 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 313 - How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea Whose action is no stronger than a flower? O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out Against the wreckful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays...
Page 403 - 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 538 - 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 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.