English Poems: The Elizabethan age and the Puritan period (1550-1660)Walter Cochrane Bronson University of Chicago Press, 1909 |
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... heaven fixèd , And gives the moon her horns and her eclipsing , Alike hath made thee noble in His working ; 5 ΙΟ So that wretched no way thou may be , Except foul lust and vice do conquer thee . 15 All were it so thou had a flood of ...
... heaven fixèd , And gives the moon her horns and her eclipsing , Alike hath made thee noble in His working ; 5 ΙΟ So that wretched no way thou may be , Except foul lust and vice do conquer thee . 15 All were it so thou had a flood of ...
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... light , Beginning to supply her brother's place , Was past the noonstead six degrees in sight , 30 When sparkling stars amid the heaven's face , With twinkling 8 ENGLISH POEMS THOMAS SACKVILLE, EARL OF DORSET From The Induction.
... light , Beginning to supply her brother's place , Was past the noonstead six degrees in sight , 30 When sparkling stars amid the heaven's face , With twinkling 8 ENGLISH POEMS THOMAS SACKVILLE, EARL OF DORSET From The Induction.
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... heaven's leams , With nightès stars thick powdered everywhere , Which erst so glistened with the golden streams 45 That cheerful Phoebus spread down from his sphere , Beholding dark oppressing day so near , The sudden sight reduced to ...
... heaven's leams , With nightès stars thick powdered everywhere , Which erst so glistened with the golden streams 45 That cheerful Phoebus spread down from his sphere , Beholding dark oppressing day so near , The sudden sight reduced to ...
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... heaven's wonders and delights , Yet when each of us in his own heart looks He finds the God there far unlike his books . MYRA 1609 . I , with whose colors Myra dressed her head , I , that ware posies of her own hand - making , I , that ...
... heaven's wonders and delights , Yet when each of us in his own heart looks He finds the God there far unlike his books . MYRA 1609 . I , with whose colors Myra dressed her head , I , that ware posies of her own hand - making , I , that ...
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... heaven wants glory Because your shadows do yourself benight ? All's dark unto the blind ; let them be sorry : The heavens in themselves are ever bright . Fie , fond Desire ! think you that Love wants glory Because your shadows do ...
... heaven wants glory Because your shadows do yourself benight ? All's dark unto the blind ; let them be sorry : The heavens in themselves are ever bright . Fie , fond Desire ! think you that Love wants glory Because your shadows do ...
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Page 120 - When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate. Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope.
Page 169 - Nay I have done, you get no more of me; And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free ; Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of Love's latest breath, When his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies, '° When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And Innocence is closing up his eyes: Now if thou would'st, when all have given...
Page 127 - Tu-whit, 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 roasted...
Page 129 - Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly Then, heigh, ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! &c.
Page 122 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Page 406 - Tunes her nocturnal note : thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Page 120 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Page 302 - I saw eternity the other night Like a great ring of pure and endless light, All calm as it was bright; And round beneath it, time in hours, days, years, Driv'n by the spheres, Like a vast shadow moved, in which the world And all her train were hurled...
Page 204 - A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Page 214 - Death, be not proud though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so, For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.