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Common terms and phrases
adieu Love alley ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD Anthony Wood APHRA BEHN beauty BEN JONSON best fits birds blest breast breath bright CHARLES Sedley charm cold County Guy Cynthia's Revels darling dead dear death deep doth earth England's Helicon eyes fair fear fire fits a little flame flowers George Puttenham glory gone grave grove hath hear heart heaven holly tree Honour leaves light live look love anew love true Love's lover lullaby maid Mary MATTHEW PRIOR Melicertus morning ne'er never night numbers o'er old familiar faces Phillada flouts poem praise roses Sally save the Queen shine sigh sight sing sleep smiles SONG sorrow soul spring stars sweet tears tell tempests thee thine Thomas Dekker Thomas Farnaby THOMAS PARNELL thou art Thou hast Thou lovest amiss Thou must begin thought tomb unto untrue Love verse waves weep wings WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED youth
Popular passages
Page 120 - 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 186 - SHE was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight ; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament : Her eyes as stars of twilight fair ; Like twilight's too her dusky hair ; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn ; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Page 224 - And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head; And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him; But little he'll reck; if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Page 66 - A HYMN TO GOD THE FATHER. W PILT Thou forgive that sin where I begun, Which was my sin, though it were done before ? Wilt Thou forgive that sin, through which I run And do run still, though still I do deplore ? When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done ; For I have more.
Page 136 - Going to the Wars TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True; a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Page 57 - 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. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...
Page 69 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess, excellently bright! Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose: Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess, excellently bright!
Page 116 - SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die.
Page 216 - She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Page 81 - Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity : 'Fie, fie, fie...
Bibliographic information
| Title | English Lyrics English Lyrics Parchment library |
| Author | English lyrics |
| Publisher | Kegan Paul, Trench & Company, 1883 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 3 Feb 2006 |
| Length | 296 pages |
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