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... tell ; and De Quincey seems hardly extravagant when he likens them to earthquake periods or equinoctial gales , things inscrutable and wondrous . It is hardly necessary to point out that England has had later intellectual periods ...
... tell ; and De Quincey seems hardly extravagant when he likens them to earthquake periods or equinoctial gales , things inscrutable and wondrous . It is hardly necessary to point out that England has had later intellectual periods ...
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... Tell her the joyous time will not be stayed Unless she do him by the fore - lock take : Bid her therefore herself soon ready make To wait on Love amongst his lovely crew : Where every one that misseth then her make Shall be by him ...
... Tell her the joyous time will not be stayed Unless she do him by the fore - lock take : Bid her therefore herself soon ready make To wait on Love amongst his lovely crew : Where every one that misseth then her make Shall be by him ...
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... tell my name to you , And wherefore I came here . My name is Ralph , by due descent , Though not ignoble I , Yet far inferior to the flock Of gracious grocery ; And by the common counsel of My fellows in the Strand , With gilded staff ...
... tell my name to you , And wherefore I came here . My name is Ralph , by due descent , Though not ignoble I , Yet far inferior to the flock Of gracious grocery ; And by the common counsel of My fellows in the Strand , With gilded staff ...
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... grace to those that crave it . Sweet sun , when thou look'st on , Pray her regard my moan ; Sweet birds , when you sing to her , To yield some pity , woo her ; 45 . Sweet flowers whenas she treads on , Tell 41 ELIZABETHAN VERSE.
... grace to those that crave it . Sweet sun , when thou look'st on , Pray her regard my moan ; Sweet birds , when you sing to her , To yield some pity , woo her ; 45 . Sweet flowers whenas she treads on , Tell 41 ELIZABETHAN VERSE.
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William Stanley Braithwaite. 45 . Sweet flowers whenas she treads on , Tell her , her beauty deads one , And if in life her love she nill agree me , Pray her before I die she will come see me . The Beggars ' Holiday CAST our caps and ...
William Stanley Braithwaite. 45 . Sweet flowers whenas she treads on , Tell her , her beauty deads one , And if in life her love she nill agree me , Pray her before I die she will come see me . The Beggars ' Holiday CAST our caps and ...
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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.