The poets of the Elizabethan age, a selection of their most celebrated songs and sonnets1862 |
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... PASSIONATE SHEPHERD LOVE'S SERVILE LOT CUPID AND CAMPASPE LIKE AS A SHIP THAT THROUGH LIKE AS THE CULVER THE SHEPHERD'S COMMENDATION WINTER SOME GLORY IN THEIR BIRTH THE PEDLAR'S SONG CRABBED AGE AND YOUTH JOG ON , JOG ON Thomas Watson ...
... PASSIONATE SHEPHERD LOVE'S SERVILE LOT CUPID AND CAMPASPE LIKE AS A SHIP THAT THROUGH LIKE AS THE CULVER THE SHEPHERD'S COMMENDATION WINTER SOME GLORY IN THEIR BIRTH THE PEDLAR'S SONG CRABBED AGE AND YOUTH JOG ON , JOG ON Thomas Watson ...
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... , To sing to them that heareth me ; Then though my songs be somewhat plain , And toucheth some that use to feign , Blame not my Lute ! BLAME NOT MY LUTE . My Lute and strings may. BLAME NOT MY LUTE . THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE . 9 ...
... , To sing to them that heareth me ; Then though my songs be somewhat plain , And toucheth some that use to feign , Blame not my Lute ! BLAME NOT MY LUTE . My Lute and strings may. BLAME NOT MY LUTE . THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE . 9 ...
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... PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE . A gown made. THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE . FROM THE INDUCTION TO A MIRROUR FOR MAGISTRATES . 21 THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD.
... PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE . A gown made. THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE . FROM THE INDUCTION TO A MIRROUR FOR MAGISTRATES . 21 THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD.
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Elizabethan age. THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE . A gown made of the finest wool , Which from our pretty lambs we pull ; Fair lined slippers for the cold , With buckles of the purest gold : A belt of straw and ivy buds , With coral ...
Elizabethan age. THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE . A gown made of the finest wool , Which from our pretty lambs we pull ; Fair lined slippers for the cold , With buckles of the purest gold : A belt of straw and ivy buds , With coral ...
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... PASSIONATE SHEPHERD . IF all the world and love were young , And truth in every shepherd's tongue , These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee , and be thy love . Time drives the flocks from field to fold , When rivers rage ...
... PASSIONATE SHEPHERD . IF all the world and love were young , And truth in every shepherd's tongue , These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee , and be thy love . Time drives the flocks from field to fold , When rivers rage ...
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37 JOHN GILBERT Age like winter angle would rejoice ANGLER'S WISH BEN JONSON BIRDS IN SPRING blow blush breath of great-eyed bright brow Campaspe CELIA'S TRIUMPH chariot at hand Christmas CUPID Cynthia's silver light darts day most calm delight dost E. M. WIMPERIS EDMUND SPENSER Edmund Waller enemy But winter eyes face Fair daffodils fair Samela flocks flowers Francis Quarles GEORGE WITHER give grace great-eyed kine greenwood tree hath heart heaven Heigh hither icicles hang James Shirley kingdom kiss live LOVE'S SERVILE LOT lovely rose Lute merry note Michael Drayton morning nightingale NYMPH PASSIONATE SHEPHERD pedlar's song Phineas Fletcher reply RISING AND PRAYER ROBERT GREENE ROBERT HERRICK sad steps Samuel Daniel SHEPHERD'S COMMENDATION shine sing SIR PHILIP SIDNEY sleep SONNET soote soul thou art thou winter wind Thy presence Tu-whoo unto waking WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WJ PALMER SC wrathful winter yield Youth is full Youth like summer
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Page 29 - 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.
Page 14 - A gown made of the finest wool Which from our pretty lambs we pull; Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold; A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Page 29 - 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 crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Page 29 - 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...
Page 2 - The turtle to her make hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs : The hart hath hung his old head on the pale ; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings ; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.
Page 3 - Of those fierce darts despair at me doth throw; 0 make in me those civil wars to cease; 1 will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, A chamber deaf to noise and blind to light, A rosy garland and a weary head; And if -these things, as being thine by right, Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me, Livelier than elsewhere, Stella's image see.
Page 2 - COME, sleep ; O sleep ! the certain knot of peace, The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, The indifferent judge between the high and low ; With shield of proof, shield me from out the prease Of those fierce darts despair at me doth throw.
Page 29 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.
Page 54 - You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along. 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.
Page 7 - Moon, thou climb'st the skies; How silently, and with how wan a face; What, may it be that even in...