Seventeenth Century Lyrics from the Original TextsNorman Ault Longmans, Green and Company Limited, 1928 - 524 páginas |
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A. H. Bullen AMETAS Anon appears in Colls art thou B.M. Add B.M. Harl Ballads beauty Bodley breast breath bright Celia charms cheek Chloris crown dance dear death delight Dorset dost doth Drollery Dryden Duke of Newcastle eyes face fair Farewell fate fear fire flame flowers found in Colls give glory grace grief hair happy Harmonia Sacra hast hath heart heaven Herrick Hesperides humble god Ibid Joseph Beaumont King kiss light live look Love's lover Mark Antony merry Miscellany Poems Mistress morning Music ne'er never night nymph o'er pain Phyllis pity play Playford pleasure Poem written rose shine sigh sing sleep smile soft song appears sorrow soul spring stars stay stzs sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thoughts unto variant Whilst wind Wit to woo
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Página 287 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know At first sight if the bird be flown ; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown. And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams Call to the soul when man doth sleep, So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes, And into glory peep.
Página 263 - My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires, and more slow; An hundred years should go to praise Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze; Two hundred to adore each breast, But thirty thousand to the rest; An age at least to every part, And the last age should show your heart.
Página 151 - Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the light: But, oh ! she dances such a way— No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
Página 216 - You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing.
Página 100 - Sweet echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet-embroidered vale Where the love-lorn nightingale Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well: Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair That likest thy Narcissus are? O, if thou have Hid them in some flowery cave, Tell me but where, Sweet Queen of Parley, Daughter of the Sphere! So may'st thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all Heaven's harmonies!
Página 72 - Since I am coming to that holy room Where, with Thy choir of saints for evermore, I shall be made Thy music; as I come I tune the instrument here at the door, And what I must do then, think here before.
Página 179 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired.
Página 242 - Before I understood this place Appointed for my second race, Or taught my soul to fancy aught But a white, celestial thought; When yet I had not walked above A mile or two from my first, love, And looking back — at that short space — Could see a glimpse of his bright face; When on some gilded cloud or flower My gazing soul would dwell an hour, And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity; Before I taught my tongue to wound My conscience with a sinful sound.
Página 242 - When on some gilded cloud or flower My gazing soul would dwell an hour, And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity; Before I taught my tongue to wound My conscience with a sinful sound, Or had the black art to dispense A several sin to every sense, But felt through all this fleshly dress Bright shoots of everlastingness.
Página 243 - If thou canst get but thither, There grows the flower of peace, The rose that cannot wither, Thy fortress, and thy ease. Leave then thy foolish ranges; For none can thee secure, But one, who never changes, Thy God, thy life, thy...