A Book of Elizabethan LyricsFelix Emmanuel Schelling Ginn, 1895 - 327 sider |
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... 1625. The selections have been drawn from the works of individual authors , from " novels , " plays , and masques , and from the poetical miscellanies , song - books , and sonnet sequences of that age . Each selection is given entire and ...
... 1625. The selections have been drawn from the works of individual authors , from " novels , " plays , and masques , and from the poetical miscellanies , song - books , and sonnet sequences of that age . Each selection is given entire and ...
Side iii
... sonnet . A full consideration of these relations and of the origins of English metres in a broader sense , however interesting , is considered alien to the pur- pose of this book . It is hoped that the Notes may furnish such explanatory ...
... sonnet . A full consideration of these relations and of the origins of English metres in a broader sense , however interesting , is considered alien to the pur- pose of this book . It is hoped that the Notes may furnish such explanatory ...
Side xvi
... sonnet , long since introduced into English literature by Sir Thomas Wyatt and practiced in greater or less imitation of Italian models by his immediate successors , but not rendered a power until the masterly grasp of Astrophel and ...
... sonnet , long since introduced into English literature by Sir Thomas Wyatt and practiced in greater or less imitation of Italian models by his immediate successors , but not rendered a power until the masterly grasp of Astrophel and ...
Side xvii
... Sonnets to the Honor of God and His Saints , and thus first turned the sonnet to " divine uses , " came in 1593 Lodge's Phyllis , Watson's Tears of Fancy , Barnes ' Parthenophil and Parthenophe , mixed with other lyric forms as were ...
... Sonnets to the Honor of God and His Saints , and thus first turned the sonnet to " divine uses , " came in 1593 Lodge's Phyllis , Watson's Tears of Fancy , Barnes ' Parthenophil and Parthenophe , mixed with other lyric forms as were ...
Side xviii
... sonnets , but is not lyrical . It will be noticed that these sonnet sequences fall natur- ally into certain well defined groups . The vast majority are devoted to the celebration of the passion of love : some , as Sidney's , Drayton's ...
... sonnets , but is not lyrical . It will be noticed that these sonnet sequences fall natur- ally into certain well defined groups . The vast majority are devoted to the celebration of the passion of love : some , as Sidney's , Drayton's ...
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Astrophel and Stella Beaumont beauty BEN JONSON birds breast Breton bright Bullen Campion couplet Daniel Davison death delight Dirge Donne doth Drayton Drummond earth Elizabethan Elizabethan lyric England's Helicon English eyes fair fear Fleay Fletcher flowers FRANCIS BEAUMONT golden grace Gram green Grosart hath heart heaven honor Italian JOHN FLETCHER Jonson kiss lady live Love's lovers Lyrics from Elizabethan lyrists madrigal metre metrical Michael Drayton mistress Muse never NICHOLAS BRETON night passion pastoral Philip Rosseter Phyllis play pleasure poem Poetical Rhapsody poetry poets praise pretty printed quatorzain Queen rimes SAMUEL DANIEL sense Shakespeare shepherd Sidney sighs sing sleep Song Books sonnet sorrow soul Spenser spring stanza sweet content tercets thee Thomas THOMAS CAMPION THOMAS DEKKER thou art thought trochaic unto verse wanton weep whilst WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE words writing written ΙΟ
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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...