English Madrigals in the Time of Shakespeare

Frederick Arthur Cox
J.M. Dent, 1899 - 279 pāgines

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Pāgina 59 - HE that loves a rosy Cheek, Or a coral Lip admires ; Or from star-like Eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires : As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away ! But a smooth and steadfast Mind, Gentle Thoughts, and calm Desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires ! Where these are not ; I despise Lovely Cheeks ! or Lips ! or Eyes...
Pāgina 181 - You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light ; You common people of the skies ; What are you when the moon shall rise?
Pāgina 138 - Cherry-ripe' themselves do cry. Those cherries fairly do enclose Of orient pearl a double row, Which when her lovely laughter shows, They look like rosebuds filled with snow. Yet them nor peer nor prince can buy, Till 'Cherry-ripe
Pāgina 166 - WHEN thou must home to shades of underground. And there arrived, a new admired guest, The beauteous spirits do engirt thee round. White lope, blithe Helen, and the rest, To hear the stories of thy finished love From that smooth tongue whose music hell can move ; Then wilt thou...
Pāgina 139 - There is a lady sweet and kind, Was never face so pleased my mind; I did but see her passing by, And yet I love her till I die.
Pāgina 77 - Then she made the shepherd call All the heavens to witness truth, Never loved a truer youth. Thus with many a pretty oath, Yea and nay, and faith and troth, Such as silly shepherds use, When they will not love abuse, Love, which had been long deluded, Was with kisses sweet concluded: And Phillida with garlands gay, Was made the Lady of the May.
Pāgina 47 - Heigh ho, how I do love thee ! I do love thee as my lambs Are beloved of their dams ; How blest were I if thou would'st prove me. Diaphenia like the spreading roses, That in thy sweets all sweets encloses, Fair sweet, how I do love thee ! I do love thee as each flower Loves the sun's life-giving power; For dead, thy breath to life might move me. Diaphenia like to all things blessed, When all thy praises are expressed, Dear joy, how I do love thee ! As the birds do love the spring, Or the bees their...
Pāgina 119 - SISTER, awake ! close not your eyes, The day her light discloses, And the bright morning doth arise Out of her bed of roses. See, the clear sun, the world's bright eye, In at our window peeping : Lo, how he blusheth to espy Us idle wenches sleeping. Therefore, awake ! make haste, I say, And let us, without staying, All in our gowns of green so gay Into the park a-maying.
Pāgina 61 - gainst time and age hath ever spurned, But spurned in vain: youth waneth by increasing. Beauty, strength, youth, are flowers but fading seen; Duty, faith, love, are roots, and ever green. His helmet now shall make a hive for bees, And, lovers...
Pāgina 39 - Come, my Celia, let us prove, While we can, the sports of love, Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever; Spend not then his gifts in vain; Suns, that set, may rise again: But if once we loose this light, Tis with us perpetual night.

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