Flowers and Fruit Gathered by Loving Hands from Old English GardensEmily Taylor Houlston & Wright, 1864 - 182 strán (strany) |
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Strana 46
... green . Ah ! yet doth beauty , like a dial - hand , Steal from his figure , and no pace perceived ; So your sweet hue , which methinks still doth stand , Hath motion , and mine eye may be deceived ; For fear of which hear this , thou ...
... green . Ah ! yet doth beauty , like a dial - hand , Steal from his figure , and no pace perceived ; So your sweet hue , which methinks still doth stand , Hath motion , and mine eye may be deceived ; For fear of which hear this , thou ...
Strana 47
... green And wither , and the beauty of the field With winter wrinkled . E'en thyself dost yield Something to time , and to thy grave fall nigher ; But virtuous love is one sweet endless fire . HABINGTON . 1605-1645 . LET ME NOT TO THE ...
... green And wither , and the beauty of the field With winter wrinkled . E'en thyself dost yield Something to time , and to thy grave fall nigher ; But virtuous love is one sweet endless fire . HABINGTON . 1605-1645 . LET ME NOT TO THE ...
Strana 59
Emily Taylor. Y THE MEADOWS . E have been fresh and green , Ye have been fill'd with flowers ; And ye the walks have been Where maids have spent their hours . Ye have beheld where they With wicker arks did come , To kiss and bear away ...
Emily Taylor. Y THE MEADOWS . E have been fresh and green , Ye have been fill'd with flowers ; And ye the walks have been Where maids have spent their hours . Ye have beheld where they With wicker arks did come , To kiss and bear away ...
Strana 62
... green holly : Most friendship is feigning , most loving mere folly— Then heigh ho ! the holly ! This life is most jolly . Freeze , freeze , thou bitter sky ! Thou dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp ...
... green holly : Most friendship is feigning , most loving mere folly— Then heigh ho ! the holly ! This life is most jolly . Freeze , freeze , thou bitter sky ! Thou dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp ...
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awake beams beauty BEN JONSON birds BISHOP KING blest breath bright clouds dart dear 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 GILES FLETCHER Gilt edges give glorious glory grace grave grief happy hath heart heaven heavenly heigh Henry Lawes HENRY VAUGHAN HERRICK honour hope hour humble JAMES SHIRLEY JOHN AUSTIN JONSON light live look Lord Love's lovers mind morning ne'er never night peace PHINEAS FLETCHER pleasure praise proud ROBERT HERRICK ROBERT SOUTHWELL rose Say nay SHAKESPEARE Shepherd shine sighs sing SIR WALTER RALEIGH sleep smiles SONG SONNET soul spring stars stay sweet sweetly tears Tell thee thine things Thou art thoughts unto virgin train virtue vows weep wind wisdom 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...