A Book of Elizabethan LyricsFelix Emmanuel Schelling Ginn, 1895 - 327 sider |
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Side xxx
... Fleay , " he not only introduces two sonnets proper which were published separately in The Passionate Pilgrim as poems by him , but uses the sonnet form in the dialogue in several instances . " Cf. i , 1 , 163-177 , a passage which ...
... Fleay , " he not only introduces two sonnets proper which were published separately in The Passionate Pilgrim as poems by him , but uses the sonnet form in the dialogue in several instances . " Cf. i , 1 , 163-177 , a passage which ...
Side 232
... Fleay exclaim in his Biographical Chronicle of Dekker's : " the saddest story in all this book . " Mr. Fleay to whom all students of our dramatic litera- ture owe a great debt , vexatious as his contradictions are at times assigns the ...
... Fleay exclaim in his Biographical Chronicle of Dekker's : " the saddest story in all this book . " Mr. Fleay to whom all students of our dramatic litera- ture owe a great debt , vexatious as his contradictions are at times assigns the ...
Side 251
... Fleay thinks that Chapman's con- tinuation of Marlowe's Hero and Leander was written as early as 1594-5 ( The English Drama , I , 52 ) . A part of the Argument of the fifth , the Sestiad containing this Epithalamion , runs thus : 91 6 ...
... Fleay thinks that Chapman's con- tinuation of Marlowe's Hero and Leander was written as early as 1594-5 ( The English Drama , I , 52 ) . A part of the Argument of the fifth , the Sestiad containing this Epithalamion , runs thus : 91 6 ...
Side 265
... Fleay , The English Drama , I , 128 ) was this play , was entered in the Stationers ' Register in 1631 as Dekker's , and was , apparently , acted in 1602. The manner of this song seems to me peculiarly that of Dekker ; note especially ...
... Fleay , The English Drama , I , 128 ) was this play , was entered in the Stationers ' Register in 1631 as Dekker's , and was , apparently , acted in 1602. The manner of this song seems to me peculiarly that of Dekker ; note especially ...
Side 272
... Fleay , " as some one has recently called him , assigns this play variously to Lewis Machin and Jervais Markham . ( The Engl . Drama , II , 219 and 329. ) The play is certainly not Heywood's . 143 6. Sing ... ( that ) she may not lower ...
... Fleay , " as some one has recently called him , assigns this play variously to Lewis Machin and Jervais Markham . ( The Engl . Drama , II , 219 and 329. ) The play is certainly not Heywood's . 143 6. Sing ... ( that ) she may not lower ...
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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 87 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Side 184 - Sheds itself through the face, As alone there triumphs to the life All the gain, all the good, of the elements
Side 85 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
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 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 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 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 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...