A honey tongue, a heart of gall Is fancy's Spring but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle and thy posies Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds,... Selections from the Works of Taylor, Latimer, Hall, Milton, Barrow, South ... - Page 327by Basil Montagu - 1839 - 350 pagesFull view - About this book
| Mary Russell Mitford - Authors - 1852 - 588 pages
...thy kirtle and thy posies Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber stnds, All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy love. What should we talk of dainties... | |
| William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - English literature - 1889 - 592 pages
...shepherd of the near approach of winter, and the transitory character of his pastoral delights : — ' All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy love. ' But could youth last, and love still breed ; Had joys no date, nor age no need ; * We might add one... | |
| Henry Charlton Beck - History - 1983 - 368 pages
...dog, a plot now adorned with foot and headstone. "The winter might be cold," said the Snapper Man. 156 "What should we talk of dainties, then Of better meat than's fit for men? These are but vain: that's only good Which God hath blessed and sent for food." CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE... | |
| Jon Stallworthy - Literary Criticism - 1986 - 422 pages
...soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten. RALEGH • DAY LEWIS Thy belt of straw and ivy-buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, — All these in...no means can move To come to thee and be thy Love. But could youth last, and love still breed, Had joys no date, nor age no need, Then these delights... | |
| Alberta Turner - Language Arts & Disciplines - 1992 - 228 pages
...thy kirtle, and thy posies Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and...no means can move To come to thee and be thy love. But could youth last, and love still breed, Had joys no date, nor age no need, Then these delights... | |
| Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - Literary Criticism - 1995 - 936 pages
...thy kirtle, and thy posies Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and...means can move. To come to thee, and be thy love. 20 But could youth last and love still breed, Had joys no date nor age no need, Then these delights... | |
| William Gerber - Immortality in literature - 1998 - 148 pages
...five, the nymph says that the shepherd's promises by themselves cannot move her to become his love. The belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber...no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love. If the course of life and the way of the world were different, she says in stanza six, she might be... | |
| William Harmon - Literary Collections - 1998 - 386 pages
...break, soon wither— soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy-buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, — All these in...no means can move To come to thee and be thy Love. But could youth last, and love still breed, Had joys no date, nor age no need, Then these delights... | |
| Frances Mayes - Language Arts & Disciplines - 2001 - 548 pages
...kirtle,' and thy posies Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten — In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and...no means can move To come to thee and be thy love. ' The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd: see "The Passionate Shepherd to His Love" by Christopher Marlowe... | |
| Longfellow Press Staff - Poetry - 2004 - 126 pages
...thy kirtle, and thy posies Soon break, soon wither, soon forgottenIn folly ripe, in season rotten, Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and...no means can move To come to thee and be thy love. But could youth last and love still breed, Had joys no date nor age no need, Then these delights my... | |
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