The King and the Commons: Cavalier and Puritan Song, Band 1Sampson Low, Son, and Marston, 1868 - 198 Seiten |
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... fair general representation of the writing of the other poets who lived at the same time . To some extent , therefore , he can here learn to distinguish by comparison the tone of Milton's voice among the company of singers . It was by ...
... fair general representation of the writing of the other poets who lived at the same time . To some extent , therefore , he can here learn to distinguish by comparison the tone of Milton's voice among the company of singers . It was by ...
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... Fair streams represent unto me my blubbered face . " Spenser used the word always seriously ; and Milton here carries the imitative sound back as an epithet for the rills whence it was taken , with the sense of human grief attached to ...
... Fair streams represent unto me my blubbered face . " Spenser used the word always seriously ; and Milton here carries the imitative sound back as an epithet for the rills whence it was taken , with the sense of human grief attached to ...
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... is ever in its grave , And thou must die . " Lovelace wrote for the curtain of Lucasta's picture- 1 " Its " occurs in Levit . xxv . 5 ; and perhaps elsewhere . " Her fair soul's in all So truly copied from INTRODUCTION . xxxix.
... is ever in its grave , And thou must die . " Lovelace wrote for the curtain of Lucasta's picture- 1 " Its " occurs in Levit . xxv . 5 ; and perhaps elsewhere . " Her fair soul's in all So truly copied from INTRODUCTION . xxxix.
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Cavalier and Puritan Song Henry Morley. " Her fair soul's in all So truly copied from the originall , That you will swear her body by this law Is but its shadow , as this its - now draw . " Cowley wrote- " What pity in my breast does ...
Cavalier and Puritan Song Henry Morley. " Her fair soul's in all So truly copied from the originall , That you will swear her body by this law Is but its shadow , as this its - now draw . " Cowley wrote- " What pity in my breast does ...
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... fair also to point attention to the difference of opinion among experts indicated by the fact that the editor of the Athenæum records in his journal that he examined the signature to the MS . Epitaph " in a good light , with two ...
... fair also to point attention to the difference of opinion among experts indicated by the fact that the editor of the Athenæum records in his journal that he examined the signature to the MS . Epitaph " in a good light , with two ...
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Seite 83 - 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. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew Ne'er to be found again.
Seite 178 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Seite 50 - To ALTHEA FROM PRISON 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.
Seite 116 - The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry; For, having lost but...
Seite 5 - 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.
Seite 72 - He that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from starlike eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires, As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away.
Seite 156 - HARRY, whose tuneful and well-measured song First taught our English music how to span Words with just note and accent, not to scan With Midas' ears, committing short and long, Thy worth and skill exempts thee from the throng, With praise enough for Envy to look wan : To after age thou shalt be writ the man That with smooth air couldst humour best our tongue. Thou honour'st verse, and verse must lend her wing To honour thee, the priest of Phoebus' quire, That tun'st their happiest lines in hymn or...
Seite 145 - Cause I see a woman kind? Or a well disposed nature, Joined with a lovely feature? Be she meeker, kinder, than Turtle-dove, or pelican, If she be not so to me, What care I how kind she be?
Seite 83 - 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. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee ; How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Seite 154 - Now the bright morning star, Day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose.