The Loves and Heroines of the PoetsRichard Henry Stoddard Derby & Jackson, 1861 - 480 sider |
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... Phillis , the fair shepherdess A pastoral of Phillis and Coridon . • Of his Cynthia . DYER . BRETON . 104 Coridon's supplication to Phillis GREVILE . LORD BROOKE . 107 Myra's inconstancy DAVISON . 110 110 His farewell Of his lady's ...
... Phillis , the fair shepherdess A pastoral of Phillis and Coridon . • Of his Cynthia . DYER . BRETON . 104 Coridon's supplication to Phillis GREVILE . LORD BROOKE . 107 Myra's inconstancy DAVISON . 110 110 His farewell Of his lady's ...
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... Phillis , walking in a morning before sun - rising PATRICK " Fair beauties ! if I do confess " The deposition The tomb . 226 CAREY . 228 THOMAS STANLEY . 230 231 The exequies . 232 . PAGE 234 SIR ROBERT 238 241 242 CHARLES SIR CHARLES X ...
... Phillis , walking in a morning before sun - rising PATRICK " Fair beauties ! if I do confess " The deposition The tomb . 226 CAREY . 228 THOMAS STANLEY . 230 231 The exequies . 232 . PAGE 234 SIR ROBERT 238 241 242 CHARLES SIR CHARLES X ...
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... PHILLIS , THE FAIR SHEPHERDESS . My Phillis hath the morning sun , At first to look upon her ; My Phillis hath morn - waking birds , Her risings still to honour . My Phillis hath prime - feathered flowers , That smile when she treads on ...
... PHILLIS , THE FAIR SHEPHERDESS . My Phillis hath the morning sun , At first to look upon her ; My Phillis hath morn - waking birds , Her risings still to honour . My Phillis hath prime - feathered flowers , That smile when she treads on ...
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... PHILLIS AND CORIDON . ON a hill there grows a flower , Fair befall the dainty sweet : For that flower there is a bower , Where the heavenly Muses meet . In that bower there is a chair , Fringed all about with gold , Where doth sit the ...
... PHILLIS AND CORIDON . ON a hill there grows a flower , Fair befall the dainty sweet : For that flower there is a bower , Where the heavenly Muses meet . In that bower there is a chair , Fringed all about with gold , Where doth sit the ...
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... PHILLIS . Sweet Phillis , if a silly swain May sue to thee for grace , See not thy loving shepherd slain , For looking on thy face . But think what power thou hast got , Upon my flock and me ; Thou see'st they now regard me not , But ...
... PHILLIS . Sweet Phillis , if a silly swain May sue to thee for grace , See not thy loving shepherd slain , For looking on thy face . But think what power thou hast got , Upon my flock and me ; Thou see'st they now regard me not , But ...
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Anne Boleyn Anthony à Wood behold birds blush breast breath bright CASTARA chaste cheeks CHRISTOPHER MARLOW cruel Cupid dear death delight desire disdain Donne dost doth Duke Earl EDMUND SPENSER England's Helicon face fair Falero favour fear Ferrara fire flame flowers give glory grace grief hair hast hath hear heaven honour hope kiss lady Laura leave Leonora lero light lips live look Lord love thee Love's lover maid marriage married MICHAEL DRAYTON mind mistress morning ne'er never night nymph pain passion Petrarch Phillis pity poems poet praise pride Queen RAPE OF LUCRECE rose Samela SAMUEL DANIEL say nay scorn shine sighs sing smile SONG sonnets sorrow soul spring stars Stella Surrey sweet Tasso tears tell thine eyes THOMAS LODGE thought thy beauty thy heart true unto verse weep Whilst wilt wind wonder yield youth
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Side 75 - Since there's no help. come let us kiss and part: Nay. I have done: you get no more of me. And I am glad. yea. glad with all my heart. That thus so cleanly I myself can free: Shake hands for ever. cancel all our vows. And when we meet at any time again. Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Side 95 - Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Side 115 - 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.
Side 472 - Would she were mine, and I to-day, Like her, a harvester of hay : "No doubtful balance of rights and wrongs, Nor weary lawyers with endless tongues, " But low of cattle and song of birds, And health and quiet and loving words.
Side 97 - 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 damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress...
Side 420 - Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls, Come hither, the dances are done, In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls, Queen lily and rose in one; Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls, To the flowers, and be their sun.
Side 222 - When Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates. And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; When I lie tangled in her hair And fetter'd to her eye. The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Side 323 - Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Side 223 - Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Side 95 - How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What old December's bareness everywhere! And yet this time removed was summer's time; The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, Bearing the wanton burden of the prime, Like widow'd wombs after their lords...