The Golden Pomp: A Procession of English Lyrics from Surrey to ShirleyArthur Quiller-Couch Methuen, 1895 - 382 pages |
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... lady sweet , arise : Arise , arise . II Shakespeare . MATIN - SONG PACK clouds , away , and welcome , day ! With night we banish sorrow . Sweet air , blow soft ; mount , lark , aloft To give my Love good - morrow ! A Wings from the wind ...
... lady sweet , arise : Arise , arise . II Shakespeare . MATIN - SONG PACK clouds , away , and welcome , day ! With night we banish sorrow . Sweet air , blow soft ; mount , lark , aloft To give my Love good - morrow ! A Wings from the wind ...
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... Ladies , if not plucked , we die . ' Yet the lusty spring hath stay'd ; Blushing red and purest white Daintily to love invite Every woman , every maid : Cherries kissing as they grow , And inviting men to taste , Apples even ripe below ...
... Ladies , if not plucked , we die . ' Yet the lusty spring hath stay'd ; Blushing red and purest white Daintily to love invite Every woman , every maid : Cherries kissing as they grow , And inviting men to taste , Apples even ripe below ...
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... lady - smocks all silver - white , And cuckoo - buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight , The cuckoo then , on every tree , Mocks married men ; for thus sings he , Cuckoo ; Cuckoo , cuckoo : O word of fear , Unpleasing to ...
... lady - smocks all silver - white , And cuckoo - buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight , The cuckoo then , on every tree , Mocks married men ; for thus sings he , Cuckoo ; Cuckoo , cuckoo : O word of fear , Unpleasing to ...
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... they will not Love abuse , Love , which long had been deluded , Was with kisses sweet concluded ; And Phyllida , with garlands gay , Was made the Lady of the May . N. Breton . ñ XL THE BLOSSOM ON a day - alack the day.
... they will not Love abuse , Love , which long had been deluded , Was with kisses sweet concluded ; And Phyllida , with garlands gay , Was made the Lady of the May . N. Breton . ñ XL THE BLOSSOM ON a day - alack the day.
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... lady nigh ; So , good night , with lullaby . Weaving spiders , come not here ; Hence , you long - legg'd spinners , hence ! Beetles black , approach not near ; Worm , nor snail , do no offence . 35 Philomel , with melody Sing in our ...
... lady nigh ; So , good night , with lullaby . Weaving spiders , come not here ; Hence , you long - legg'd spinners , hence ! Beetles black , approach not near ; Worm , nor snail , do no offence . 35 Philomel , with melody Sing in our ...
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Anon ANTHONY HOPE Author babe Baring Gould beauty birds Book of Airs bright Buckram Campion Corydon Crown 8vo cuckoo dear death delight dost doth E. F. BENSON earth England's Helicon English eyes fair fairy-queen fear flowers GILBERT PARKER GORDON BROWNE grace green Greensleeves grief H. C. BEECHING hath heart heaven heavenly Heigh Herrick honour JOHN KEBLE Jonson king kiss Lady leave light lips live look Lord Love's lovers lullaby Madrigals maid merry MESSRS METHUEN'S LIST mind morn never night nonny pity pleasure poem praise pretty Prisoner of Zenda Queen Raleigh rose Shakespeare shepherd sighs sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spring stanzas story swain tears Tereu thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought true love unto verse volume W. E. HENLEY W. G. COLLINGWOOD wanton weep wilt thou wind winter youth
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Page 277 - 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 22 - When daisies pied, and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds, of yellow hue, Do paint the meadows with delight ; The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he :Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Page 19 - Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'er-sways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
Page 116 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights ; Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Page 144 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Page 15 - GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying : And this same flower that smiles to-day To-morrow will be dying.
Page 105 - As it fell upon a day, In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made...
Page 123 - Philomel her voice shall raise ? 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...
Page 41 - 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.
Page 109 - 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. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew Ne'er to be found again.