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The poets of the Elizabethan age, a selection of their most celebrated songs ...
Visualitzaciˇ completa - 1862
beauty bird birth Blame blow breath bright brow cares Christmas cold comes compared courts crown delight dost doth draw E. M. WIMPERIs earth eyes face fair fair Samela fall fear feed field fire flocks flowers give glory grace green hand HANG happy hath head heart heaven hither JULIAN KINGDOM kiss leaves less light live look LOVE'S Lute merry mind mirth morn move nature never night PASSIONATE play pleasures poor QUEEN reply rest rise ROBERT rose round season Seek shepherd shine short shows sing sleep songs SONNET soul sound spite spring star summer SUNDAY sweet Tell thee things THOMAS thou thou art thou hast thoughts Thy presence tree tunes unto wakes wealth what's WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wind winter wish Woods yield young Youth
PÓgina 38 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When...
PÓgina 69 - 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.
PÓgina 37 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.
PÓgina 43 - Tell zeal it wants devotion; Tell love it is but lust; Tell time it is but motion; Tell flesh it is but dust: And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie. Tell age it daily wasteth; Tell honour how it alters; Tell beauty how she blasteth; Tell favour how it falters: And as they shall reply, Give every one the lie.
PÓgina 14 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies ; How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries ? Sure, if that long-with-love-acquainted eyes Can judge of love, thou feel'st a lover's case ; I read it in thy looks ; thy languisht grace To me, that feel the like, thy state descries...
PÓgina 36 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
PÓgina 41 - Say to the court, it glows, And shines like rotten wood; Say to the church, it shows What's good, and doth no good. If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie. Tell potentates they live Acting by others' action; Not loved unless they give, Not strong but by a faction.
PÓgina 63 - 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.
PÓgina 48 - 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. Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must...