A Garland of Love, Wreathed of Pleasant Flowers, Gathered in the Field of English Poesy ...Chapman, 1836 - 219 páginas |
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... bird that sits on spray , And every beast that to his den was fled , Comes forth afresh out of their late dismay , And to the light lift up their drooping head : So my storm - beaten heart likewise is cheered With that sun - shine ...
... bird that sits on spray , And every beast that to his den was fled , Comes forth afresh out of their late dismay , And to the light lift up their drooping head : So my storm - beaten heart likewise is cheered With that sun - shine ...
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... birds do chaunt their lays , And carol of love's praise . The merry lark her matins sings aloft ; The thrush replies ; the mavis descant plays ; The ouzel shrills : the ruddock warbles soft ; So goodly all agree , with sweet concent ...
... birds do chaunt their lays , And carol of love's praise . The merry lark her matins sings aloft ; The thrush replies ; the mavis descant plays ; The ouzel shrills : the ruddock warbles soft ; So goodly all agree , with sweet concent ...
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... birds sing madrigals . And I will make thee beds of roses , And a thousand fragrant posies ; A cap of flowers , and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle : A gown made of the finest wool , Which from our pretty lambs we pull ...
... birds sing madrigals . And I will make thee beds of roses , And a thousand fragrant posies ; A cap of flowers , and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle : A gown made of the finest wool , Which from our pretty lambs we pull ...
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... bird ; a tyrant most unjust ; A burning heate ; a cold ; a flattringe foe ; A private hell ; a very world of woe . Yet , mightie Love , regard not what I saye , Which lye in traunce bereft of all my witts , But blame the light that ...
... bird ; a tyrant most unjust ; A burning heate ; a cold ; a flattringe foe ; A private hell ; a very world of woe . Yet , mightie Love , regard not what I saye , Which lye in traunce bereft of all my witts , But blame the light that ...
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... bird's estate I may compare with mine , To whom fond Love doth worke such wrongs by day , That in the night my heart ... bird complaine , Conceive in all her tunes a sweet delight , Without remorse or pitying her paine ; So she for whom ...
... bird's estate I may compare with mine , To whom fond Love doth worke such wrongs by day , That in the night my heart ... bird complaine , Conceive in all her tunes a sweet delight , Without remorse or pitying her paine ; So she for whom ...
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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 168 - ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
Página 47 - A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull, Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold. A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Página 79 - The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour, which doth in it live. The canker blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses.
Página 164 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west. Through all the wide border his steed was the best ; And save his good broadsword, he weapons had none, He rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Página 81 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew ; Nor did I wonder at the lily's white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose : They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did play.
Página 116 - 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 fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Página 82 - The forward violet thus did I chide : Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed.
Página 165 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran: There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see, So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Página 165 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear. When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur: They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Página 38 - One day I wrote her name upon the strand; But came the waves, and washed it away: Again, I wrote it with a second hand; But came the tide, and made my pains his prey. Vain man, said she, that dost in vain assay A mortal thing so to immortalize; For I myself shall like to this decay, And eke my name be wiped out likewise.