Glaucus and Silla: With Other Lyrical and Pastoral PoemsFrom the Press of C. Whittingham, 1819 - 152 من الصفحات |
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amidst beautie behold birds bosome brest browes cheekes cleere CORIDON crie Cupid death delight disdaine dooth doth earth Euen euery EUPHUES eyes faine faire Rosalynde faith fancie feare fierce FINIS fire flame flie flockes flouds flowers fond gaue gentle Glaucus grace graue griefe haples hart hath haue heart heauen heauenly Heigh-ho honour hope ioyes leaue Lillies Lincolnes Inne liue lookes loue louely louers marble marble white mone MONTANUS mourne Muse neere neuer nimphes nought nymph paine PASSION Phoebe Phoebe's pittie plague pleasant pretie pride proue ROSADER ROSADER'S roses sate Satyre Satyre play Scilla scorne selfe serue shee shepheard shewe shines shrowd sighes siluer sing sinne smile sonne SONNET sorrowes soule spide spring sunne sweet nymph teares thee Thetis THOMAS LODGE thou thoughts tongue trees vaine Venus VERSES vertue vnto vowes vpon wanton waues wearie weeping whence Whilst windes wofull yeeld
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الصفحة 74 - 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.
الصفحة 73 - 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?
الصفحة 88 - Even on the brink I hear him sing; If so I meditate alone, He will be partner of my moan; If so I mourn, he weeps with me, And where I am there will he be.
الصفحة 6 - Forcing hir birds to hast her chariot on; And full of griefe at last with piteous eie Seene where all pale with death he lay alone, Whose beautie quaild, as wont the Lillies droop When wastfull winter windes doo make them stoop: Her daintie hand addrest to dawe her deere...
الصفحة 31 - At last he left me, where at first he found me, Willing me let the world and ladies knowe Of Scilla's pride, and then by oath he bound me To write no more of that whence shame dooth grow : Or tie my pen to pennie-knaues delight But liue with fame, and so for fame to wright.
الصفحة 83 - Sighs and words could never draw her. 0 my love, Thou art lost, Since no sight could ever ease thee. Phoebe sat By a fount; Sitting by a fount I spied her: Sweet her touch, Rare her voice: Touch and voice what may distain you?
الصفحة 6 - ... sweete Arcadian boy Wiping the purple from his forced wound, His pretie teares betokening his annoy, His sighes, his cries, his falling on the ground, The Ecchoes ringing from the rockes his fall, The trees with teares reporting of his thrall : And Venus starting at her...
الصفحة 70 - Rosalynde. Euphues golden Legacie : found after his death in his Cell at Silexedra. Bequeathed to Philautus sonnes noursed vp with their father in England. Fetcht from the Canaries. By TL Gent.
الصفحة 73 - The livelong night. Strike I my lute, he tunes the string, He musicke playes if so I sing, He lends me...
الصفحة 48 - Phoebus' coach, with radiant course, must glide, The hermit bends his humble knees to pray : Blessing that God, whose bounty did bestow Such beauties on the earthly things below.