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The Shepherd's Pipe: Pastorial Poems of the XVI & XVII Centuries
Fitz Roy Carrington
Podgląd niedostępny - 2015
The Shepherd's Pipe; Pastoral Poems of the 16 and 17 Centuries
Fitz Roy Carrington
Podgląd niedostępny - 2012
Abraham Cowley apace birds bloom boughs bowers bright brooks Cf)omag chaste Clorinda Coridon country loves cowslips Cuckoo Daffodil dainty daisies Damon dance dear delights desires do gain dost doth droop earth England's Helicon eyes Fair summer Faithful Shepherdess flocks flowers garden golden slumbers grace green greenwood tree grief groves happy Hark hath hear heart Heaven heaven's gate herbs Herrick hither Isaac Oliver king kiss lady lambs lark live love a shepherd love good-morrow Love's Love's Labour's Lost lovers loves such sweet lulla lullaby maids melody merry mind ne'er night nightingale Nymphs Pan we sing Pan's Phillida flouts Philomel pipe pleasant pleasures praise pretty primrose Queen rejoyce roses shade shady shepherd swain songs soul summer sweet content sweet desires sweet Spring Syrinx Tereus thee things thou shalt tree tunes twice so fair unto violets blue wanton white-thorn winter woods
Strona 113 - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
Strona 39 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Strona 40 - Tu-whit, 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 roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit, tu-who...
Strona 37 - And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.
Strona 105 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears: Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffadillies fill their cups with tears...
Strona 40 - 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.
Strona 43 - UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE' UNDER the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn 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. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i...
Strona 87 - Come, let us go while we are in our prime, And take the harmless folly of the time We shall grow old apace, and die Before we know our liberty. Our life is short, and our days run As fast away as does the sun; And as a vapour or a drop of rain Once lost, can ne'er be found again; So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade, All love, all liking, all delight Lies drowned with us in endless night.