PoemsW. Pickering, 1815 - 136 sayfa |
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Sayfa xi
... eye : Well may you Poets haue of worthy name , Which haue the foode and life of poetry . And yet the country or [ e ] the towne may swaye , Or beare a part , as clownes doe in a play . " ( Bastard's Chrestoleros , 1598 , Lib . ii . p ...
... eye : Well may you Poets haue of worthy name , Which haue the foode and life of poetry . And yet the country or [ e ] the towne may swaye , Or beare a part , as clownes doe in a play . " ( Bastard's Chrestoleros , 1598 , Lib . ii . p ...
Sayfa xli
... eyes , in vaine you wast your teares ; In vayne my sighs , the smokes of my despaires ; In vayne you search the earth and heauens aboue ; In vayne ye seeke ; for fortune keeps my loue . " " + Compare the following fragment , the first ...
... eyes , in vaine you wast your teares ; In vayne my sighs , the smokes of my despaires ; In vayne you search the earth and heauens aboue ; In vayne ye seeke ; for fortune keeps my loue . " " + Compare the following fragment , the first ...
Sayfa xlvi
... eyes went long about To cause my heart for to forsake my breast , All in a rage , I sought to pull them out , As who had been such traitors to my rest : What could they say to win again my grace ? — Forsooth , that they had seen my ...
... eyes went long about To cause my heart for to forsake my breast , All in a rage , I sought to pull them out , As who had been such traitors to my rest : What could they say to win again my grace ? — Forsooth , that they had seen my ...
Sayfa xlvii
... eye , mine eare , my hart : Mine eye , mine eare , my heart , to like , to learne , to loue , Her face , hir tong , hir wit , doth lead , doth teach , doth moue : Her face , her tong , hir wit , with beams , with sound , with art , Doth ...
... eye , mine eare , my hart : Mine eye , mine eare , my heart , to like , to learne , to loue , Her face , hir tong , hir wit , doth lead , doth teach , doth moue : Her face , her tong , hir wit , with beams , with sound , with art , Doth ...
Sayfa li
... eyes To spread their teares , Adonis death reporting ; And tell Loues torments , sorrowing for her friend , Whose drops of blood , within your leaues consorting , Report faire Venus moanes to haue no end ! ý Then may remorce , in ...
... eyes To spread their teares , Adonis death reporting ; And tell Loues torments , sorrowing for her friend , Whose drops of blood , within your leaues consorting , Report faire Venus moanes to haue no end ! ý Then may remorce , in ...
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Sayfa xiv - An ambassador is an honest man, sent to lie abroad for the good of his country.
Sayfa 128 - The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields : A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, • In folly ripe, in reason rotten, Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy love.
Sayfa 70 - I saw the world, and yet I was not seen ; My thread is cut, and yet it is not spun ; And now I live, and now my life is done ! I sought my death, and found it in my womb ; I looked for life, and saw it was a shade ; I trod the earth, and knew it was my tomb ; And now I die, and now I am but made ; The glass is full, and now my glass is run ; And now I live, and now my life is done ! n.
Sayfa 128 - The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward Winter reckoning yields: A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither — soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
Sayfa 75 - Even such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust ; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust ! ELIZABETHAN MISCELLANIES.
Sayfa 78 - The world's a bubble and the Life of Man Less than a span In his conception wretched, from the womb So to the tomb; Curst from his cradle, and brought up to years With cares and fears. Who then to frail mortality shall trust, But limns on water, or but writes in dust.
Sayfa 106 - Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon. My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.
Sayfa 14 - You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own ; What are you when the rose is blown ? So, when my mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not design'd Th...
Sayfa 30 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend — This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall: Lord of himself, though not of lands, And, having nothing, yet hath all.
Sayfa 30 - Nor ruin make oppressors great; Who God doth late and early pray More of His grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a...