A Book of Elizabethan LyricsFelix Emmanuel Schelling Ginn, 1895 - 327 sider |
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Side lvi
... Michael Drayton : Such was old Orpheus ' cunning , That senseless things drew near him And herds of beasts to hear him . The stock , the stone , the ox , the ass , came running . Morley ! but this enchanting To thee , to be the music ...
... Michael Drayton : Such was old Orpheus ' cunning , That senseless things drew near him And herds of beasts to hear him . The stock , the stone , the ox , the ass , came running . Morley ! but this enchanting To thee , to be the music ...
Side 135
... - sparrow , You pretty elves , amongst yourselves Sing my fair love good - morrow ; To give my love good - morrow Sing birds in every furrow . 5 10 15 20 MICHAEL DRAYTON , Certain Other Sonnets in Poems , ed THOMAS HEYWOOD . 135.
... - sparrow , You pretty elves , amongst yourselves Sing my fair love good - morrow ; To give my love good - morrow Sing birds in every furrow . 5 10 15 20 MICHAEL DRAYTON , Certain Other Sonnets in Poems , ed THOMAS HEYWOOD . 135.
Side 136
... MICHAEL DRAYTON , Poems , Lyrics , and Pastoral , 1605 ( ? ) . ODE XII . AGINCOURT . TO MY FRIENDS THE CAMBER - BRITANS AND THEIR HARP . FAIR stood the wind for France , When we our sails advance , And now to prove our chance Longer not ...
... MICHAEL DRAYTON , Poems , Lyrics , and Pastoral , 1605 ( ? ) . ODE XII . AGINCOURT . TO MY FRIENDS THE CAMBER - BRITANS AND THEIR HARP . FAIR stood the wind for France , When we our sails advance , And now to prove our chance Longer not ...
Side 137
... won Evermore to the sun By fame are raised . 30 ' And for myself , ' quoth he , ' This my full rest shall be , England ne'er mourn for me , Nor more esteem me . 35 Victor I will remain , Or on this earth be MICHAEL DRAYTON . 137.
... won Evermore to the sun By fame are raised . 30 ' And for myself , ' quoth he , ' This my full rest shall be , England ne'er mourn for me , Nor more esteem me . 35 Victor I will remain , Or on this earth be MICHAEL DRAYTON . 137.
Side 139
... cruel dent Bruised his helmet . Gloster , that duke so good , Next of the royal blood , For famous England stood , With his brave brother , 75 80 888 85 80 90 95 100 Clarence , in steel most bright , That yet a MICHAEL DRAYTON . 139.
... cruel dent Bruised his helmet . Gloster , that duke so good , Next of the royal blood , For famous England stood , With his brave brother , 75 80 888 85 80 90 95 100 Clarence , in steel most bright , That yet a MICHAEL DRAYTON . 139.
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Side xix - My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses...
Side 154 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
Side 122 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming ? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Side 86 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Side 151 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face; That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Side 133 - 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. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be; But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee!
Side 128 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Side 43 - 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...
Side 53 - Strength stoops unto the grave, Worms feed on Hector brave; Swords may not fight with fate; Earth still holds ope her gate; Come, come!
Side 84 - 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.