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... weep . Which to behold , he clomb up to the bank , And , looking down , saw many damned wights In those sad waves ( which direful deadly stank ) Plunged continually of cruel Sprights ; That with their piteous cries and yelling shrights ...
... weep . Which to behold , he clomb up to the bank , And , looking down , saw many damned wights In those sad waves ( which direful deadly stank ) Plunged continually of cruel Sprights ; That with their piteous cries and yelling shrights ...
Page 77
... weeping eye me told The cruel season , bidding me withhold Myself within ; for I was gotten out Into the fields , where as I walked about . When , lo ! the night , with misty mantles spread , Gan dark the day , and dim the azure skies ...
... weeping eye me told The cruel season , bidding me withhold Myself within ; for I was gotten out Into the fields , where as I walked about . When , lo ! the night , with misty mantles spread , Gan dark the day , and dim the azure skies ...
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... So I , alas ! do comfort thee in pain ! That here in sorrow art forsunk so deep That , at thy sight , I can but sigh and weep ! ' I had no sooner spoken of a stike ; But BRIT . ANTH . III . 81 G Thomas Sackville , Earl of Dorset .
... So I , alas ! do comfort thee in pain ! That here in sorrow art forsunk so deep That , at thy sight , I can but sigh and weep ! ' I had no sooner spoken of a stike ; But BRIT . ANTH . III . 81 G Thomas Sackville , Earl of Dorset .
Page 92
... weeping over POMPEY's head . Yet saw I SYLLA and MARIUS , where they stood , Their great cruelty ; and the deep bloodshed Of friends . CYRUS , I saw , and his host dead ; And how the Queen , with great despite , hath flung His head in ...
... weeping over POMPEY's head . Yet saw I SYLLA and MARIUS , where they stood , Their great cruelty ; and the deep bloodshed Of friends . CYRUS , I saw , and his host dead ; And how the Queen , with great despite , hath flung His head in ...
Page 96
... the last , recovering his voice , Supping the tears that all his breast berained , On cruel FORTUNE , weeping , thus he plained . UNHAPPY Tongue ! Why didst thou not consent , When 96 Thomas Sackville , Earl of Dorset .
... the last , recovering his voice , Supping the tears that all his breast berained , On cruel FORTUNE , weeping , thus he plained . UNHAPPY Tongue ! Why didst thou not consent , When 96 Thomas Sackville , Earl of Dorset .
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ANON Arcadia ASTREA Astrophel and Stella Beauty bel ami bliss Bodleian Library bonny Lass breast CARMELA cheer CORIDON Crown 8vo CUPID CYCLOPS dainty dear death delight desire didst disdain dost doth earth Edited Extra fcap eyes face Faery Queen fair Fancy fear fire flowers FORTUNE gold golden grace GREENE GREENSLEEVES grief hair hand hath heart Heaven heavenly Heigh-ho honour India Paper JOVE King kiss Lady Lass live looks Love's Lovers Maid MARY AMBREE MELAMPUS mind N'oserez N'oserez vous never nought Nymph pain PHILLIS pity plain play poor praise Prince Queen quoth rest Roister Doister ROSADER ROSALYNDE scorn Shepherd shew SIDNEY sighs sight sing Six Court Comedies sleep smile SONG sorrow Swain tears thee THENOT THEOCRITUS thine thing thou art thou wouldst thought thy love unto VENUS W. W. SKEAT wanton weep wight wouldst not love youth
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Page 270 - Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet : Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye?
Page 229 - Some have too much, yet still do crave; I little have, and seek no more. They are but poor, though much they have, And I am rich with little store: They poor, I rich; they beg, I give; They lack, I leave; they pine, I live.
Page 22 - AND is there care in heaven ? and is there love In heavenly spirits to these creatures base, That may compassion of their evils move ? There is...
Page 208 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies ; How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries...
Page 135 - I stuff my skin so full within Of jolly good ale and old. Back and side go bare, go bare; Both foot and hand go cold; But, belly, God send thee good ale enough.. Whether it be new or old!
Page 284 - Queen ; At whose approach the soul of Petrarch wept, And from thenceforth those graces were not seen, For they this Queen attended ; in whose stead Oblivion laid him down on Laura's hearse.
Page 206 - My true love hath my heart, and I have his. His heart in me keeps him and me in one, My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides: He loves my heart, for once it was his own, I cherish his because in me it bides: My true love hath my heart, and I have his.
Page 243 - Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content ; The quiet mind is richer than a crown ; Sweet are the nights in careless slumber spent ; The poor estate scorns fortune's angry frown : Such sweet content, such minds, such sleep, such bliss, Beggars enjoy, when princes oft do miss. The homely house that harbours quiet rest ; The cottage that affords no pride nor care ; The mean that 'grees with country music best ; The sweet consort of mirth and music's fare ; Obscured life sets down a type of bliss...
Page 271 - I'll make you fast it for your sin, I'll count your power not worth a pin: Alas, what hereby shall I win, If he gainsay me ? What if I beat the wanton boy With many a rod ? He will repay me with annoy, Because a god. Then sit thou safely on my knee, And let thy bower my bosom be, Lurk in mine eyes, I like of thee; O Cupid, so thou pity me, Spare not, but play thee.
Page 270 - I sleep then percheth he With pretty flight, And makes his pillow of my knee The livelong night. Strike I my lute, he tunes the string ; He music plays if so I sing ; He lends me every lovely thing ; Yet cruel he my heart doth sting : Whist wanton, still ye...