Flowers and Fruit Gathered by Loving Hands from Old English GardensEmily Taylor Houlston & Wright, 1864 - 182 strán (strany) |
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... be observed that the date of an Author's birth and death appears only once in the text - the first time of the insertion of the name . EMILY TAYLOR . LONDON , April , 1864 . CONTENTS . L'ALLEGRO . ABSENCE AGE • • • · iv ADVERTISEMENT .
... be observed that the date of an Author's birth and death appears only once in the text - the first time of the insertion of the name . EMILY TAYLOR . LONDON , April , 1864 . CONTENTS . L'ALLEGRO . ABSENCE AGE • • • · iv ADVERTISEMENT .
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... DEATH OF HIS WIFE BLOW , BLOW THOU WINTER'S WIND Bishop King 81 Shakespeare 62 Ben Jonson 92 • Ben Jonson 86 J. Cleveland 77 Ben Jonson Carew · · Ben Jonson ཚཚཚ 85 84 94 Ben Jonson 96 Shakespeare 78 Waller 72 Unknown 86 EPITAPH ON LADY ...
... DEATH OF HIS WIFE BLOW , BLOW THOU WINTER'S WIND Bishop King 81 Shakespeare 62 Ben Jonson 92 • Ben Jonson 86 J. Cleveland 77 Ben Jonson Carew · · Ben Jonson ཚཚཚ 85 84 94 Ben Jonson 96 Shakespeare 78 Waller 72 Unknown 86 EPITAPH ON LADY ...
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... DEATH TRUE INDEPENDENCE VERSES ON SIR PHILIP SIDNEY VIRTUE · UNCHANGING REST George Wither 105 66 S. Daniel • Spenser 87 71 George Herbert Henry Vaughan 108 A DIVINER SUN · ALL THINGS ARE VAIN . ANTICIPATION viii CONTENTS .
... DEATH TRUE INDEPENDENCE VERSES ON SIR PHILIP SIDNEY VIRTUE · UNCHANGING REST George Wither 105 66 S. Daniel • Spenser 87 71 George Herbert Henry Vaughan 108 A DIVINER SUN · ALL THINGS ARE VAIN . ANTICIPATION viii CONTENTS .
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... DEATH'S CONQUEST Page Francis Quarles 176 Sir W. Raleigh 170 Richard Baxter 167 Rev. F. Gambold 165 Francis Quarles 130 Wm . Drummond 139 James Shirley 118 ELEGY • · · • Crashaw III John Quarles 162 Bishop King 172 Crashaw 154 · Flatman ...
... DEATH'S CONQUEST Page Francis Quarles 176 Sir W. Raleigh 170 Richard Baxter 167 Rev. F. Gambold 165 Francis Quarles 130 Wm . Drummond 139 James Shirley 118 ELEGY • · · • Crashaw III John Quarles 162 Bishop King 172 Crashaw 154 · Flatman ...
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... DEATH THE CONTINUAL FEAST THE HAPPINESS OF HEAVEN . THE HAPPY MAN THE LIE THE QUIET MIND • THE RAINBOW • • · • THE SHEPHERD'S LIFE . • THE RETREAT THRICE HAPPY HE TIMES GO BY TURNS TO THE NIGHTINGALE George Herbert 127 Francis Quarles ...
... DEATH THE CONTINUAL FEAST THE HAPPINESS OF HEAVEN . THE HAPPY MAN THE LIE THE QUIET MIND • THE RAINBOW • • · • THE SHEPHERD'S LIFE . • THE RETREAT THRICE HAPPY HE TIMES GO BY TURNS TO THE NIGHTINGALE George Herbert 127 Francis Quarles ...
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awake beauty BEN JONSON birds BISHOP KING blest breath bright buds clouds death delight dost doth dust dwell E'en earth EPITAPH Extra cloth eyes fair fall farewell fate fear flame flowers folly fortune's FRANCIS QUARLES GEORGE WITHER Gilt edges give glorious glory grace grave grief happy hath heart heaven heigh Henry Lawes HENRY VAUGHAN HERRICK honour hope hour humble JAMES SHIRLEY JONSON light live look Lord Love's lovers lyre mind morning move ne'er never night passion peace pleasure praise proud ROBERT HERRICK ROBERT SOUTHWELL rose SAMUEL DANIEL Say nay seas SHAKESPEARE shepherd shine sing SIR HENRY WOTTON SIR WALTER RALEIGH sleep smiles soft SONG SONNET soul spring star stay sweet tears Tell thee thine things Thou art thoughts unto virgin train virtue vows weep wilt thou leave wind wither Youth
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Strana 60 - You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing.
Strana 73 - Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace : » Referring to the obsequies for the dead.
Strana 44 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew ; Nor did I wonder at the lily's white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose ; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did play...
Strana 35 - A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull, Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold. A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Strana 78 - Fear no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Arv. Fear no more the frown o...
Strana 34 - Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle; A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull...
Strana 40 - Since ghost there is none to affright thee. Let not the dark thee cumber ; What though the moon does slumber? The stars of the night Will lend thee their light, Like tapers clear without number.
Strana 46 - Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah ! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand, Steal from his figure and no pace...
Strana 119 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom...
Strana 117 - I had not walked above A mile, or two, from my first love, And looking back (at that short space) Could see a glimpse of his bright face ; When on some gilded Cloud, or flower My gazing soul would dwell an hour, And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity...