The Book of Elizabethan VerseWilliam Stanley Braithwaite |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 100
Page 6
... bring unto this grove My Love , to hear and recompense my love . Fair King , who all preserves , But show thy blushing beams , And thou two sweeter eyes Shalt see than those which by Penčus ' streams Did once thy heart surprise . Nay ...
... bring unto this grove My Love , to hear and recompense my love . Fair King , who all preserves , But show thy blushing beams , And thou two sweeter eyes Shalt see than those which by Penčus ' streams Did once thy heart surprise . Nay ...
Page 18
... bring In the Spring And wait upon her . She has virgins many , Fresh and fair ; Yet you are More sweet than any . You're the maiden posies , And so graced To be placed ' Fore damask roses . 24 . Yet , though thus respected , By - 18 THE ...
... bring In the Spring And wait upon her . She has virgins many , Fresh and fair ; Yet you are More sweet than any . You're the maiden posies , And so graced To be placed ' Fore damask roses . 24 . Yet , though thus respected , By - 18 THE ...
Page 26
... bring in May . A deal of youth , ere this , is come Back , and with white - thorn laden home . Some have dispatch'd their cakes and cream , Before that we have left to dream : And some have wept and woo'd , and plighted troth , And ...
... bring in May . A deal of youth , ere this , is come Back , and with white - thorn laden home . Some have dispatch'd their cakes and cream , Before that we have left to dream : And some have wept and woo'd , and plighted troth , And ...
Page 73
... bring , Happy is love's sugared thrall ; But unhappy maidens all , Who esteem your virgin's blisses Sweeter than a wife's sweet kisses . No such quiet to the mind , As true love with kisses kind . But if a kiss prove unchaste , Then is ...
... bring , Happy is love's sugared thrall ; But unhappy maidens all , Who esteem your virgin's blisses Sweeter than a wife's sweet kisses . No such quiet to the mind , As true love with kisses kind . But if a kiss prove unchaste , Then is ...
Page 92
... ! 108 . To the Western Wind E. Waller WEET western wind , whose luck it is , SWEET Made rival with the air , To give Perenna's lips a kiss , And fan her wanton hair : Bring me but one , I'll promise thee , Instead 92 THE BOOK OF.
... ! 108 . To the Western Wind E. Waller WEET western wind , whose luck it is , SWEET Made rival with the air , To give Perenna's lips a kiss , And fan her wanton hair : Bring me but one , I'll promise thee , Instead 92 THE BOOK OF.
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
Anon Astrophel and Stella beauty bel ami Ben Jonson birds bliss Book of Airs bright Bullen Campion Corydon Cynthia's Revels dear death delight desire dost doth Dowden earth Elizabethan Elizabethan Lyrics England's Helicon eyes Faery Queene fair fairy-queen Faithful Shepherdess fear fire flowers give glory golden grace green grief Grosart hair happy hast hath heart heaven heavenly Herrick honour Jonson King kiss Lady leave light Line Line 11 lips live look Lord Love's lovers lullaby Madrigals merry mind Muses N'oserez never night nymphs passions pleasure poem poet poetry praise Prof Queen Queen Mab roses says Schelling Shake-speare's Sonnettes Shakespeare shalt shepherd shine sighs sing sleep smile song sonnet sorrow soul Spenser spring stanzas sweet tears tell Tereus thee thine things thou art thought true love unto verses wanton weep Whilst wind words youth
Popular passages
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.