A Garland of Love, Wreathed of Pleasant Flowers, Gathered in the Field of English Poesy ...Chapman, 1836 - 219 páginas |
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... sigh lest I be heard ; My looks I slyly cast , And still I stand , as one were scar'd , Untill my stormes be past . Then happy hap doth me revive , The blood comes to my face ; A merrier man is not alive Than I am in that case . Thus ...
... sigh lest I be heard ; My looks I slyly cast , And still I stand , as one were scar'd , Untill my stormes be past . Then happy hap doth me revive , The blood comes to my face ; A merrier man is not alive Than I am in that case . Thus ...
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... sighs and great annoy . " What hadst thou , then , to drink ? " Unfeigned lovers ' tears . " What cradle were you rocked in ? " In Hope devoid of fears . " What brought you , then , asleep ? " Sweet speech that men liked best . " And ...
... sighs and great annoy . " What hadst thou , then , to drink ? " Unfeigned lovers ' tears . " What cradle were you rocked in ? " In Hope devoid of fears . " What brought you , then , asleep ? " Sweet speech that men liked best . " And ...
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... sighs to ease me as I may ; Whilst others are becalmed , or lye them still , Or sayle secure with wind and tide at will . And as all those that heare this bird complaine , Conceive in all her tunes a sweet delight , Without remorse or ...
... sighs to ease me as I may ; Whilst others are becalmed , or lye them still , Or sayle secure with wind and tide at will . And as all those that heare this bird complaine , Conceive in all her tunes a sweet delight , Without remorse or ...
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... faithfull frend , That , living , liv'd to love thee most , And lov'd thee still unto his end : Tho ' , thou unworthy , with disdaine , Didst force him live and dye in paine . Now may I sing , now sigh , now say 60 00 HENRY WILLOBY .
... faithfull frend , That , living , liv'd to love thee most , And lov'd thee still unto his end : Tho ' , thou unworthy , with disdaine , Didst force him live and dye in paine . Now may I sing , now sigh , now say 60 00 HENRY WILLOBY .
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Garland. Now may I sing , now sigh , now say , Farewell , my lyfe ! farewell , my joy ! Now mourne by night , now weepe by day ; Love , too much love , breeds myne annoy : What can I wish , what should I crave , Sith that is gone that I ...
Garland. Now may I sing , now sigh , now say , Farewell , my lyfe ! farewell , my joy ! Now mourne by night , now weepe by day ; Love , too much love , breeds myne annoy : What can I wish , what should I crave , Sith that is gone that I ...
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Términos y frases comunes
beauty Beauty's birds blush bonny Born bosom bower breast breath bright burning CASTARA charms cheek CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE County Guy Cupid death deep delight died doth dream Earl echo ring face fair fancy flame flowers frae garland gaze gentle GEORGE GASCOIGNE grace green Greensleeves grief grove harvest show hast hath hear heart heaven hope Hymen JAMES HOGG JOANNA BAILLIE kiss LADY LASSIE light lips live looks Love's lover maid mind morn ne'er Netherby never night nosegay nymph o'er odours paine passion pity PLATONIC LOVE pleasure posie praise rest rose shalt sigh sing Sir Thomas Wyatt sleep smile soft SONG SONNET sorrow soul spring sung sunne sweet tears tell thee thine eye thing THOMAS thou art thou wouldst thought thy love tongue trembling twas unto violet voice wanton weel weep whilst woods wouldst not love youth
Pasajes populares
Página 76 - sonnet cxvi. Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends, with the remover to remove : O no 1 It is an ever fixed mark, That looks on tempests, and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark,
Página 72 - Is she kind as she is fair? For beauty lives with kindness." Love doth to her eyes repair. To help him of his blindness ; And, being helped, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling; She excels each mortal thing Upon the dull earth dwelling : To her let us garlands bring. song
Página 149 - TO MARY IN HEAVEN. Thou lingering star, with less'ning ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? That sacred hour can I
Página 70 - Much Ado about Nothing."} Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more ; Men were deceivers ever; One foot in sea, and one on shore, To one thing constant never: Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny; Converting all your sounds of woe Into, hey!
Página 76 - It is an ever fixed mark, That looks on tempests, and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his hending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours
Página 142 - STANZAS ON WOMAN. When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy ? What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye,
Página 70 - nonny. Sing no more ditties, sing no mo Of dumps so dull and heavy; The fraud of men was ever so, Since summer first was leavy : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny; Converting all your sounds of woe Into, hey! nonny, nonny. WILLIAM
Página 98 - 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
Página 103 - that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still; Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill, While the jolly Hours lead on propitious May. Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day, First heard before the shallow cuckoo's bill, Portend success in love.
Página 77 - sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out, e'en to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me prov'd, I never writ, and no man ever lov'd.