English Lyric Poetry, 1500-1700Frederic Ives Carpenter |
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Common terms and phrases
A. B. Grosart beauty beauty's Ben Jonson birds blessed bliss Book of Airs bower breath bright bring the day Campion Castara Chorus clouds cuckoo dance dear death delight divine Donne dost doth E. K. Chambers earth echo ring edited Elizabethan England's Helicon EPITHALAMIUM eyes fair fairy fear flowers golden grace green Grosart grove H. F. Lyte happy Hark hath hear heart heaven heavenly honour Hymen HYMN king kiss Laius leave Library light live look Lord Love's lovers Lullaby lyric lyric poetry Madrigals Masque merrily merry mind ne'er never night nightingale nymphs o'er pleasure Poems poetic poetry Poets praise queen reprinted roses shepherd shine sigh sing sleep smile song SONNET sorrow soul spring stars Sweet Phosphor Sweet Spirit sweetly tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast Trilla unto verse W. C. Ward wanton weep Whilst wind youth
Popular passages
Page 85 - 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.
Page 184 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips and Cranks and wanton Wiles, Nods and Becks and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; 30 Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it, as you go, On the light fantastic toe...
Page 232 - Go, lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Page 88 - 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 86 - Fear no more the frown o' the great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Page 225 - 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 91 - To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers...
Page 81 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby ; Never harm, nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby.
Page 196 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who, from her green lap, throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thce with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Page 89 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.