The Book of Elizabethan VerseWilliam Stanley Braithwaite H. B. Turner & Company, 1907 - 823 strán (strany) |
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... Love Call Phyllida . CORYDON , arise , my Corydon ! Titan shineth clear . Corydon . Who is it that calleth Corydon ? Who is it that I hear ? Phyl . Phyllida , thy true love , calleth thee 3 ELIZABETHAN VERSE HARK, hark! the lark at ...
... Love Call Phyllida . CORYDON , arise , my Corydon ! Titan shineth clear . Corydon . Who is it that calleth Corydon ? Who is it that I hear ? Phyl . Phyllida , thy true love , calleth thee 3 ELIZABETHAN VERSE HARK, hark! the lark at ...
Strana 4
William Stanley Braithwaite. Phyl . Phyllida , thy true love , calleth thee , Arise then , arise then , Arise and keep thy flock with me ! Cor . Phyllida , my true love , is it she ? I come then , I come then , I come and keep my flock ...
William Stanley Braithwaite. Phyl . Phyllida , thy true love , calleth thee , Arise then , arise then , Arise and keep thy flock with me ! Cor . Phyllida , my true love , is it she ? I come then , I come then , I come and keep my flock ...
Strana 5
William Stanley Braithwaite. Phyl . Sure methinks my true love doth excel For sweetness , for sweetness , Our Pan , that old Arcadian knight . Cor . And methinks my true love bears the bell For clearness , for clearness , Beyond the ...
William Stanley Braithwaite. Phyl . Sure methinks my true love doth excel For sweetness , for sweetness , Our Pan , that old Arcadian knight . Cor . And methinks my true love bears the bell For clearness , for clearness , Beyond the ...
Strana 8
... true , ' tis day : what though it be ? O , wilt thou therefore rise from me ? Why should we rise because ' tis light ? Did we lie down because ' twas night ? Love , which in spite of darkness brought us hither , Should in despite of ...
... true , ' tis day : what though it be ? O , wilt thou therefore rise from me ? Why should we rise because ' tis light ? Did we lie down because ' twas night ? Love , which in spite of darkness brought us hither , Should in despite of ...
Strana 28
... love and she would not . She said , never man was true ; He said , none was false to you . He said , he had loved her long ; She said , Love should have no wrong . Corydon would kiss her then ; She said , maids must kiss no men Till ...
... love and she would not . She said , never man was true ; He said , none was false to you . He said , he had loved her long ; She said , Love should have no wrong . Corydon would kiss her then ; She said , maids must kiss no men Till ...
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Strana 410 - 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.
Strana 519 - 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 389 - 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.
Strana 601 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...
Strana 69 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Strana 498 - 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...
Strana 599 - Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Strana 169 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired' be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness; And, being helped, inhabits there.
Strana 155 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.