English LyricsKegan Paul, Trench & Company, 1883 - 296 頁 |
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English lyrics. Then should not I such cause have found To wish this monstrous sight to see , Nor thou , alas ! that madest the wound , Should not deny me remedy : Then should one will in both remain , To ground one heart which now is ...
English lyrics. Then should not I such cause have found To wish this monstrous sight to see , Nor thou , alas ! that madest the wound , Should not deny me remedy : Then should one will in both remain , To ground one heart which now is ...
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... sight desire , Though he thought to see no more ? Oh fair eyes , yet let me see , One good look , and I am gone ; Look on me , for I am he , Thy poor silly Corydon . Thou that art the shepherd's queen , Look upon thy silly swain ; By ...
... sight desire , Though he thought to see no more ? Oh fair eyes , yet let me see , One good look , and I am gone ; Look on me , for I am he , Thy poor silly Corydon . Thou that art the shepherd's queen , Look upon thy silly swain ; By ...
第 35 頁
... art lost , Since no sight could ever ease thee . Phoebe sat By a fount , Sitting by a fount I spied her : Sweet her touch , Rare her voice ; Touch and THOMAS LODGE . 35 35 Thomas Lodge Montanus' Praise of his fair Phoebe Thomas Lodge.
... art lost , Since no sight could ever ease thee . Phoebe sat By a fount , Sitting by a fount I spied her : Sweet her touch , Rare her voice ; Touch and THOMAS LODGE . 35 35 Thomas Lodge Montanus' Praise of his fair Phoebe Thomas Lodge.
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... sight whose want did pain you . Phoebe's flocks White as wool , Yet were Phoebe's locks more whiter . Phoebe's eyes , Dove - like mild , Dove - like eyes both mild and cruel . Montan swears In your lamps He will die for to delight her ...
... sight whose want did pain you . Phoebe's flocks White as wool , Yet were Phoebe's locks more whiter . Phoebe's eyes , Dove - like mild , Dove - like eyes both mild and cruel . Montan swears In your lamps He will die for to delight her ...
第 40 頁
... sight the night's foul vapour's fled ; When she is set , the gladsome day is done . O glorious sun ! imagine me the west , Shine in my arms , and set thou in my breast . XXIV . As ROBERT SOUTHWELL , THE BURNING BABE . 40 ENGLISH LYRICS .
... sight the night's foul vapour's fled ; When she is set , the gladsome day is done . O glorious sun ! imagine me the west , Shine in my arms , and set thou in my breast . XXIV . As ROBERT SOUTHWELL , THE BURNING BABE . 40 ENGLISH LYRICS .
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adieu Love Anthony Wood beauty BEN JONSON best fits birds blow bosom breast breath bright brow cold County Guy Cynthia's Revels dead infected dear death delight doth earth England's Helicon eyes fair Samela fancy fear fire fits a little flowers Forget friends GEORGE GASCOIGNE give gone grave hath heart heaven holly Honour lady leaves live look Love is dead Love's lovers lulla lullaby lyric mourn ne'er never NICHOLAS BRETON night numbers o'er old familiar faces pain peace Phillada flouts Phillis pity pleasure poem Queen rage of wind ROBERT SOUTHWELL roses scorn shepherd shine sighs sight sing sleep smile SONG sorrow soul spring stars sweet tears tell thee thine things THOMAS DEKKER thou art thou dost Thou hast thought toil tomb tree ULYSSES unto untrue Love verse waking eye wanton waves weep wert winds youth
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第 120 頁 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against Fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
第 186 頁 - SHE was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight ; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament : Her eyes as stars of twilight fair ; Like twilight's too her dusky hair ; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn ; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
第 224 頁 - And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head; And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him; But little he'll reck; if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
第 66 頁 - A HYMN TO GOD THE FATHER. W PILT Thou forgive that sin where I begun, Which was my sin, though it were done before ? Wilt Thou forgive that sin, through which I run And do run still, though still I do deplore ? When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done ; For I have more.
第 136 頁 - Going to the Wars TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True; a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
第 57 頁 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...
第 69 頁 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess, excellently bright! Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose: Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess, excellently bright!
第 116 頁 - SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die.
第 216 頁 - She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
第 81 頁 - Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity : 'Fie, fie, fie...