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... tree , Before I false my faith to thee . " Desportes ' sonnet is a bundle of dry conceits ; Lodge's song is musical as a running brook . Lodge's lyrical measures have frequently a flavour of Ronsard . He does not adopt the metres ...
... tree , Before I false my faith to thee . " Desportes ' sonnet is a bundle of dry conceits ; Lodge's song is musical as a running brook . Lodge's lyrical measures have frequently a flavour of Ronsard . He does not adopt the metres ...
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... tree ( Lodge ) Accurst be Love , and those that trust his trains ( Lodge ) Adieu ; farewell earth's bliss ( Nashe ) ... trees , and bowers ( John Fletcher ) 117 Among all sorts of people ( Shirley ) 180 And will he not come again ...
... tree ( Lodge ) Accurst be Love , and those that trust his trains ( Lodge ) Adieu ; farewell earth's bliss ( Nashe ) ... trees , and bowers ( John Fletcher ) 117 Among all sorts of people ( Shirley ) 180 And will he not come again ...
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... cheeks , that shamed the morn ( Strode ) Orpheus I am , come from the depths below ( John Fletcher ) 61 81 138 II 211 269 77 35 261 210 126 PAGE Orpheus with his lute made trees ( John Fletcher INDEX OF FIRST LINES . xxvii.
... cheeks , that shamed the morn ( Strode ) Orpheus I am , come from the depths below ( John Fletcher ) 61 81 138 II 211 269 77 35 261 210 126 PAGE Orpheus with his lute made trees ( John Fletcher INDEX OF FIRST LINES . xxvii.
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Arthur Henry Bullen. PAGE Orpheus with his lute made trees ( John Fletcher ? ) Over hill , over dale ( Shakespeare ) 147 37 Pack , clouds , away , and welcome day ( Heywood ) 152 Pan's Syrinx was a girl indeed ( Lyly ) . 13 Pardon ...
Arthur Henry Bullen. PAGE Orpheus with his lute made trees ( John Fletcher ? ) Over hill , over dale ( Shakespeare ) 147 37 Pack , clouds , away , and welcome day ( Heywood ) 152 Pan's Syrinx was a girl indeed ( Lyly ) . 13 Pardon ...
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... tree ( Shakespeare ) Up , youths and virgins ! up , and praise ( Ben Jonson ) Urns and odours bring away ( John Fletcher ? ) . 226 221 136 97 105 217 27 156 270 142 47 67 147 Victorious men of earth , no more ( Shirley ) INDEX OF FIRST ...
... tree ( Shakespeare ) Up , youths and virgins ! up , and praise ( Ben Jonson ) Urns and odours bring away ( John Fletcher ? ) . 226 221 136 97 105 217 27 156 270 142 47 67 147 Victorious men of earth , no more ( Shirley ) INDEX OF FIRST ...
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Anthony Munday arrows beauty bel ami Ben Jonson birds bless bliss bright chaste cheeks Chorus Cuckoo Cupid dance dead death delight dong doth drink eyes face fair fairy fancy fear fire flowers fool Gipsy golden grace green grief Hark haste hath heart heaven Hecate Heigh hither holy honour Hymen JAMES SHIRLEY'S JOHN FLETCHER'S JONSON'S king kiss lady lass live Love's lovers lusty Lyly's lyrical maid Masque Melampus merrily merry mistress N'oserez N'oserez vous never Nice Valour night Nymph Phillis Phoebus pity play pleasure poem pretty queen Richard Brome Robert Greene Robin Hood rose satyrs shepherd shine sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spring stay swain sweet tears thee Thetis thing THOMAS Thomas Lodge thou art unto Venus virgins vowed wanton weep Whilst William Rowley wind wings Witch youth
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Page 48 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...
Page 219 - Wherewith she sits on diamond rocks Sleeking her soft alluring locks; By all the Nymphs that nightly dance Upon thy streams with wily glance; Rise, rise, and heave thy rosy head From thy coral-paven bed, And bridle in thy headlong wave, Till thou our summons answered have. Listen and save!
Page 216 - COMUS. The star that bids the shepherd fold Now the top of heaven doth hold; And the gilded car of day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream; And the slope sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole, Pacing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the east.
Page 192 - Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 58 - Fear no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Arv. Fear no more the frown o...
Page 218 - Sweet echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet-embroidered vale Where the love-lorn nightingale Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well: Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair That likest thy Narcissus are? O, if thou have Hid them in some flowery cave, Tell me but where, Sweet Queen of Parley, Daughter of the Sphere! So may'st thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all Heaven's harmonies!
Page 37 - 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 75 - Do but look on her eyes, they do light All that Love's world compriseth ! Do but look on her hair, it is bright As Love's star when it riseth ! Do but mark, her forehead's smoother...
Page 62 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
Page 221 - To the ocean now I fly, And those happy climes that lie Where day never shuts his eye, Up in the broad fields of the sky. There I suck the liquid air, 980 All amidst the gardens fair Of Hesperus, and his daughters three That sing about the golden tree.