The King and the Commons: Cavalier and Puritan Song, Band 1Sampson Low, Son, and Marston, 1868 - 198 Seiten |
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Cavalier and Puritan Song Henry Morley. CAVALIER AND PURITAN SONG . PART I. WITH THE KING . B I'll love good wine , I'll love my book and CONTENTS PART I WITH THE KING.
Cavalier and Puritan Song Henry Morley. CAVALIER AND PURITAN SONG . PART I. WITH THE KING . B I'll love good wine , I'll love my book and CONTENTS PART I WITH THE KING.
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Cavalier and Puritan Song Henry Morley. I'll love good wine , I'll love my book and Muse , Nay , all the Nine ; I'll love my real friend , I'll love my horse ; and could I choose One that would not my love abuse , To her my heart should ...
Cavalier and Puritan Song Henry Morley. I'll love good wine , I'll love my book and Muse , Nay , all the Nine ; I'll love my real friend , I'll love my horse ; and could I choose One that would not my love abuse , To her my heart should ...
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... twelve - hours ' space ! I should all other beauties wrong , And rob thee of a new embrace , Did I still dote upon that face . [ 3 st . Richard Lovelace . THE EPICURE . ILL the bowl with rosy wine , 6 CAVALIER AND PURITAN . Suckling.
... twelve - hours ' space ! I should all other beauties wrong , And rob thee of a new embrace , Did I still dote upon that face . [ 3 st . Richard Lovelace . THE EPICURE . ILL the bowl with rosy wine , 6 CAVALIER AND PURITAN . Suckling.
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Cavalier and Puritan Song Henry Morley. THE EPICURE . ILL the bowl with rosy wine , Around our temples roses twine , And let us cheerfully awhile Like the wine and roses smile . Crown'd with roses we contemn Gyges ' wealthy diadem . To ...
Cavalier and Puritan Song Henry Morley. THE EPICURE . ILL the bowl with rosy wine , Around our temples roses twine , And let us cheerfully awhile Like the wine and roses smile . Crown'd with roses we contemn Gyges ' wealthy diadem . To ...
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... Wine , wit and courage both create . In wine Apollo always chose His darkest oracles to disclose , ' Twas wine gave him his ruby - nose . Who dares not drink's a wretched wight , Nor do I think that man dares fight All day , that dares ...
... Wine , wit and courage both create . In wine Apollo always chose His darkest oracles to disclose , ' Twas wine gave him his ruby - nose . Who dares not drink's a wretched wight , Nor do I think that man dares fight All day , that dares ...
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Alexander Brome Andrew Marvell arms Author beauty Ben Jonson breast call'd Cartwright Castara cloth extra coloured Comus court Cromwell crown crown'd dares death didst divine dost doth drink earth Edition Edmund Waller English Epitaph eyes fair fall fate Fcap fear fire flame foes force George Wither give grace grief hand handwriting hast hath head heart heaven honour Illustrations John Cleveland John Milton King Charles labour leave live Lord Winchilsea mind muse ne'er night numbers o'er peace PLEASURE poem poet praise reign Richard Lovelace Robert Herrick royal seas sighs sing Sir John Suckling song soul swear Sweet Spirit sword thee thine things Thomas Carew thou shalt thought town town's new teacher true trust unto verse victory voice volume Whilst William Cartwright William Habington winds wine word youth
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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.