Flowers and Fruit Gathered by Loving Hands from Old English GardensEmily Taylor Houlston & Wright, 1864 - 182 strán (strany) |
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Strana vii
... SPRING · Ben Jonson Shakespeare Henry Vaughan 107 · F. Beaumont 100 Henry Vaughan 97 · Wm . Drummond ON THE DEATH OF SIR THOMAS PELHAM Bishop Corbet ON TWO CHILDREN BURIED IN ONE GRAVE . 99 89 PAIN AND SICKNESS PATIENCE Bishop King 82 ...
... SPRING · Ben Jonson Shakespeare Henry Vaughan 107 · F. Beaumont 100 Henry Vaughan 97 · Wm . Drummond ON THE DEATH OF SIR THOMAS PELHAM Bishop Corbet ON TWO CHILDREN BURIED IN ONE GRAVE . 99 89 PAIN AND SICKNESS PATIENCE Bishop King 82 ...
Strana xi
... spring , Or the least bough's rustling ; By a daisy , whose leaves , spread , Shut when Titan goes to bed , Or a shady bush or tree , She could more infuse in me Than all Nature's beauties can In some other wiser man . By her help I ...
... spring , Or the least bough's rustling ; By a daisy , whose leaves , spread , Shut when Titan goes to bed , Or a shady bush or tree , She could more infuse in me Than all Nature's beauties can In some other wiser man . By her help I ...
Strana 19
... spring that winter'd hearts reneweth , And this is what my soul pursueth . THOMAS CAMPION . About 1612 . TRUE BEAUTY . SONNET . HOW much more doth beauty. Old English Gardens . 19 AND WOULD YOU SEE MY MISTRESS' FACE? Thomas Campion.
... spring that winter'd hearts reneweth , And this is what my soul pursueth . THOMAS CAMPION . About 1612 . TRUE BEAUTY . SONNET . HOW much more doth beauty. Old English Gardens . 19 AND WOULD YOU SEE MY MISTRESS' FACE? Thomas Campion.
Strana 32
... spring were all your own , What are you when the rose is blown ? So , when my mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind , By virtue , first , then choice , a queen , Tell me if she were not design'd Th ' eclipse and glory of ...
... spring were all your own , What are you when the rose is blown ? So , when my mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind , By virtue , first , then choice , a queen , Tell me if she were not design'd Th ' eclipse and glory of ...
Strana 36
... spring , but sorrow's fall . Thy gown , thy shoon , thy beds of roses , Thy cup , thy kyrtle , and thy posies , Soon break , soon wither , soon forgotten , In folly ripe , in reason rotten . Thy belt of straw and ivy buds , Thy coral ...
... spring , but sorrow's fall . Thy gown , thy shoon , thy beds of roses , Thy cup , thy kyrtle , and thy posies , Soon break , soon wither , soon forgotten , In folly ripe , in reason rotten . Thy belt of straw and ivy buds , Thy coral ...
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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...