The Golden Pomp: A Procession of English Lyrics from Surrey to ShirleyArthur Quiller-Couch Methuen, 1895 - 382 pages |
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... clear As thou when two thou did to Rome appear . Now , Flora , deck thyself in fairest guise : If that ye winds would hear A voice surpassing far Amphion's lyre , Your stormy chiding stay ; Let zephyr only breathe And with her tresses ...
... clear As thou when two thou did to Rome appear . Now , Flora , deck thyself in fairest guise : If that ye winds would hear A voice surpassing far Amphion's lyre , Your stormy chiding stay ; Let zephyr only breathe And with her tresses ...
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... clear . CORYDON . Who is it that calleth Corydon ? Who is it that I hear ? PHYL . Phyllida , thy true love , calleth thee , Arise then , arise then , Arise and keep thy flock with me ! COR . Phyllida , my true love , is it she ? I come ...
... clear . CORYDON . Who is it that calleth Corydon ? Who is it that I hear ? PHYL . Phyllida , thy true love , calleth thee , Arise then , arise then , Arise and keep thy flock with me ! COR . Phyllida , my true love , is it she ? I come ...
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... clear the clouded air , And calm the tempest which my sighs do raise ; Pity and smiles do best become the fair ; Pity and smiles must only yield the praise . Make me to say when all my griefs are gone , Happy the heart that sighed for ...
... clear the clouded air , And calm the tempest which my sighs do raise ; Pity and smiles do best become the fair ; Pity and smiles must only yield the praise . Make me to say when all my griefs are gone , Happy the heart that sighed for ...
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... clear damask hue , Shall on your cheeks alight : Love will adorn you . All you that love or loved before , The fairy - queen Proserpina Bids you increase that loving humour more : They that have not fed On delight amorous She vows that ...
... clear damask hue , Shall on your cheeks alight : Love will adorn you . All you that love or loved before , The fairy - queen Proserpina Bids you increase that loving humour more : They that have not fed On delight amorous She vows that ...
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... clear ; Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings , The morn not waking till she sings . Hark , hark , with what a pretty throat Poor robin redbreast tunes his note ; Hark how the jolly cuckoos sing Cuckoo ! to welcome in the spring ...
... clear ; Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings , The morn not waking till she sings . Hark , hark , with what a pretty throat Poor robin redbreast tunes his note ; Hark how the jolly cuckoos sing Cuckoo ! to welcome in the spring ...
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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
Popular passages
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.