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... MERLE AND NIGHTINGALE " BLAME NOT MY LUTE " 66 THE SOOTE SEASON " " I CANNOT EAT BUT LITTLE MEAT " WITH HOW SAD STEPS , O MOON ! " INVOCATION TO SLEEP " MY MIND TO ME " CONTENT . · Geoffrey Chaucer James I. of Scotland John Lydgate ...
... MERLE AND NIGHTINGALE " BLAME NOT MY LUTE " 66 THE SOOTE SEASON " " I CANNOT EAT BUT LITTLE MEAT " WITH HOW SAD STEPS , O MOON ! " INVOCATION TO SLEEP " MY MIND TO ME " CONTENT . · Geoffrey Chaucer James I. of Scotland John Lydgate ...
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... Merle , “ thy preaching , Nightin - F . W. KEYL . gale " " Blame not my lute " The secret groves which oft we made resound . The soote season , that bud and bloom forth brings Jolly good ale and old . With how sad steps , O Moon ! thou ...
... Merle , “ thy preaching , Nightin - F . W. KEYL . gale " " Blame not my lute " The secret groves which oft we made resound . The soote season , that bud and bloom forth brings Jolly good ale and old . With how sad steps , O Moon ! thou ...
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... do no more than it may ; " I drank a pint , and for it did pay ; Yet , sore a - hungered from thence I yede , And , wanting money , I could not speed , & c . THE MERLE AND NIGHTINGALE , BY WILLIAM DUNBAR . [ 44 THE LONDON LYCKPENNY .
... do no more than it may ; " I drank a pint , and for it did pay ; Yet , sore a - hungered from thence I yede , And , wanting money , I could not speed , & c . THE MERLE AND NIGHTINGALE , BY WILLIAM DUNBAR . [ 44 THE LONDON LYCKPENNY .
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... Merle with merry notis sing A sang of love , with voice right comfortable , Again ' the orient beamis , amiable , Upon a blissful branch of laurel green ; This was her sentence , sweet and delectable , A lusty life in Lovis service been ...
... Merle with merry notis sing A sang of love , with voice right comfortable , Again ' the orient beamis , amiable , Upon a blissful branch of laurel green ; This was her sentence , sweet and delectable , A lusty life in Lovis service been ...
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... merle , so salust she the day , While rung the woodis of her melody , Saying , Awake , ye lovers of this May ; Lo , fresh Flora has flourished every spray , As nature has her taught , the noble queen , The field been clothit in a new ...
... merle , so salust she the day , While rung the woodis of her melody , Saying , Awake , ye lovers of this May ; Lo , fresh Flora has flourished every spray , As nature has her taught , the noble queen , The field been clothit in a new ...
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Page 159 - TELL ME NOT, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
Page 164 - 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.
Page 129 - An ambassador is an honest man, sent to lie abroad for the good of his country.
Page 193 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade, And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday...
Page 125 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Page 64 - As it fell upon a day, In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made...
Page 260 - Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Page 225 - Honour but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think, it worth enjoying: Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!
Page 196 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Page 68 - And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.